I shouldn’t be greedy

But I have to say that a 4-day weekend would have been even lovelier than a 3-day one. Oh well. I do have Friday off, so it is a short work week for me.

I managed to be quite productive over the long weekend ( did too, but I couldn’t even begin to list off the things he worked on, let alone explain them; they involved power tools).

Instead of doing homework on Friday night, I have no idea what we did other than order pizza. Sad, I know. I’m sure it was lovely. (Come to think of it, we probably spent the rest of the night playing Super Mario Galaxy 2, which we bought on Thursday.)

Saturday started late in the morning – I skipped the free seminar at Bachman’s for sleep. I did get a haircut in the afternoon, which was fab. I could swear that half of the hair on my head ended up on the floor (the bottom of her shoes were caked, and while I’m sure I had nothing to do with it, the sweeper-thingy that salons use broke while she was trying to clean it all up). I only lost about an inch of length, however, and as is usual for hair stylists, my hair didn’t lose any volume either. (It wasn’t until I washed it on Sunday that I figured out how much she actually took off and yes, AfroGirl has been held at bay for another few months.) She thinned it out a deal, which was where all the hair on the floor was from. I should have taken a picture, but it was kinda gross.

We managed to get the spare bedroom suitable for guests, which was a lot of work since it had been the staging area during ‘s office remodel. (Plus, things got even more chaotic in there when it flooded and we had to move everything to the opposite side of the room.) The bathroom down there is acceptable too.

On Sunday I got a coat of paint on my nightstand, made up my jewelry for ‘s wedding, and went to JoAnn. I’m sure there was other stuff, but again, I can’t remember.

Yesterday was the big productivity day. I did laundry, mowed the lawn, put another coat of paint on the nightstand, did more laundry, ate lunch, cleaned the inside of my car and its windows, swept the driveway (2 blisters – yech!), again with the laundry, talked to on the phone, cut out fabric for a dress, ate dinner, finished up the laundry, put the last coat of white paint on the nightstand, and got all the linens set in the guest bedroom. Oh, and I made up “marinated cucumbers” (blech) and a double batch of granola from the Better Homes & Gardens Cookbook. Whew!

In the midst of all that, we went to Target, Home Depot, and a few furniture stores. We finally ended up at Buck’s Unpainted Furniture and ordered two bookshelves, which I should be able to show you in 6-8 weeks.

The nightstand was a major accomplishment (though it is nice to have my car clean for once). I still have the top left, and the drawer, so it’s not done, but I feel good about the progress I made.

I also “read” a dozen library books on beading and jewelry. Those are definitely books you should borrow and not purchase, since there’s not a lot that you would need to keep on hand for reference in them. Oh, and I spent a lot of time emailing back and forth with some Etsy buyers (sold 2 books to Thailand, am in the bargaining/trade process on a third).

Three days of work this week, including one long day tomorrow with class at night. Thursday night I will either be doing homework or making up cinnamon rolls with . Friday morning I will do one last run-through of the house (vacuum, wipe down bathroom), and then pick up my great-aunt from the bus station. Saturday is ‘s wedding, so that’s pretty much the whole day. Sunday is a family brunch at ‘s (which the cinnamon rolls are for), and then we will collapse at home. Or finish up that homework and write a paper. Same difference. 🙂

Not bad

Last night, I re-acquainted myself with our gym. It had been… just over a year since I’d last been, which meant the last time I had been, our closest Snap was different than it is now. This one had totally different machines – I mean, a completely different brand. It had me all confused, as if going to the gym to use the weight machines isn’t awkward enough.

But, you see, I had this revelation a few weeks back that if I wanted my arms to not be flabby, I might actually have to do something with them beyond the daily typing and carrying of purse. (Sadly, those activities are not known to tone and sculpt muscles.) Since the semester is finally winding down, and I will only have one class this summer (only, ha!), I think I might have time now to work out again. is a big help, as he is willing to go with me.

Surprisingly, I was not all that sore this morning. I tried to take it easy on the weights, since I was so out of practice and I didn’t want to be in pain later. I think I may have overtaxed my elbows, but that’s not hard, and nothing that an ice pack can’t fix.

I’ve wrapped up research on my bilingualism paper, which means I need to organize my notes into an outline, and then I can write it up. It’s only 3-4 pages, so most of the research I did will go unused. I mean, 3-4 pages is enough to introduce the subject, say two things about it, and wrap it all up. While I may not be able to wrap my head around the theoretical, philosophical aspects of language (language is symbolism, metacognition, etc), I do now understand the issues surrounding my topic, bilingualism in the deaf community. Granted, I had a decent understanding of this before due to my job, but now I know a lot more.

Also for school, I have one more strategy to find and write up (24 are done), and my lesson plans for my ELL class are drafted but I feel they are lacking. My classmates think I have done too much, however, so I’m leaving them alone for the moment. I have no more reading left, which seems strange. The lesson plans for my literacy class were turned in on Tuesday.

For those of you keeping track, there are already 16 books on my list of 2010 Books Read (see Facebook Visual Bookshelf for the complete list).

There are a bazillion things I’d rather do, but a large portion of the weekend should be spent doing homework. I want to be done (with the semester) – finishing up now will help with that whole “just a weekend between semesters” thing that is killing me. It’s particularly rough to transition from semester to semester like that, since at the end of the semester I want nothing more to do with school, textbooks, classes, goals, assignments, etc., yet the beginning of the semester is full of those things (and staying on top of the homework through proper planning and follow-through is crucial).

That’s life though, right?

At the very least, this weekend includes a trip to Sam’s Club, cheesy tuna helper, a massage, a lawn seminar at Bachman’s, a hair appointment, and going out to dinner. And that only gets us through Saturday. 🙂

Friday Five

  1. What’s your favorite magazine? Ever? I’m not sure, but I do enjoy Real Simple for it’s practicality and usability.
  2. What book are you currently reading? The Girl Who Heard Dragons, which is a collection of short stories by Anne McCaffrey. Unfortunately, while all the stories have been enjoyable, only one has been part of the Pern series she wrote (that I’ve been reading for the last year).
  3. What’s the worst book you ever read? The Prince, by Niccolo Machiovelli. I didn’t finish it.
  4. What makes a book perfect for you? A story line that is engaging and entertaining, and likable characters.
  5. If you could buy any book right now, which one would it be? I’m looking for the last four from the Pern series that I haven’t read yet, so any of those would be nice (they haven’t been available at Half Price Books that last several times I looked).

Desperately needed: quality reading time for non-textbooks

Right now, I get about 10 minutes of reading time before going to bed. I’m currently reading The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde, which I received in a cup of tea and a book swap. It is so weird. It’s like sci-fi plus Jane Austen, set in 1985 England. Very trippy. Still haven’t really figured out what’s going on yet, and I’m in chapter four (generally not a good sign). I’ll finish it (as I almost always do with fiction books), but I’m just not sure of it yet. It has gotten great reviews on Amazon, though, so that’s good. What tripped me up last night: the ending of Jane Eyre in the book is different than it is in reality. It will be interesting to see how that plays out.

At any rate, I have been using my library a lot since they re-opened in January after a remodel. I love that I can look for my books online, request them, and then get an email a few days later saying they’re ready. It takes 3 minutes to go to the library, then, since my books are set aside and there are automatic check-out machines (and there’s never a line). I just returned Danielle Steel’s Amazing Grace, which I would have never purchased or even given a second look at. However, one of my fellow bus riders was reading it, and it takes place in San Francisco (always close to my heart), so I gave it a shot. I figured that Steel is quite popular and it was probably worth the time spent. I reviewed it over on livingsocial / Facebook if you’re really interested (which you probably aren’t).

But, on my most recent trip, I actually, gasp, went into the stacks! I had looked up online previously where the subject of books I was looking for was kept, so it was still a pretty quick trip (the selection of books at the individual branches still seems quite small compared to other libraries I’ve been a patron of, but the Dakota County Library system is quite large and has a lot more books – this means that it’s actually better to do the searching online and request books that are available throughout the system instead of limiting yourself to what’s available in your branch). I picked up four books on soapmaking.

I know. You think that’s weird. But here’s the thing. I bought some coconut oil soap on Amazon that my skin loooooved, but I went through it really fast (less than a month), and that was pretty expensive for soap (at $5/bar plus shipping). [In my defense, I’ll have you know that my skin had absolutely no itchiness the entire time I was using that soap, and it cleaned really well, and now that I’m back on the regular stuff, my skin is less happy, and less clean – ish.] At the same time that I bought the soap, I also bought some coconut oil. I didn’t realize how much coconut oil I was purchasing (liquid measurements don’t really convert well in my head), and ended up with nearly a gallon of coconut oil. Good thing it has lots of uses and won’t go bad.

I digress.  The point is, I had all this oil, and there were only two ingredients on the magic soap bar: coconut oil and lavendar oil. I figured.. what the heck, maybe I could make my own soap at home. And then things got complicated. The internet didn’t really explain it to me, and I was getting confused, and decided that books were needed. Mostly, I needed some clear explanations that would convince me this is a bad idea, and I could just buy the expensive soap and be happy. [I’m really hoping to fall out of like with the idea of making my own soap. Really. I don’t need that in my life. But for happy skin….]

So I’ve had these books for a few days, and not a single minute of time to even crack them open. I’d like to read an introductory section at least. Thankfully, after tonight’s class I am on Spring Break for 10 days, and have very little homework to do (though I think I will be doing more than I assigned myself, I don’t have to get anything but one paper done).

In the commments… please try to convince me not to try to make my own soap at home (or, if you like, tell me I should – whatever makes you happy).

And the beat goes on…

My apologies if the blog has been a bit boring lately. I’ve been working on stuff in the background, getting tags and categories cleaned up, links corrected, etc, which is terribly boring, and consequently I haven’t felt motivated to write.

Last night I wrapped up what I could on the messenger bag. I also ordered the webbing I need for the strap, so I can’t do anything else until it arrives. But, the only steps left are to attach the strap, sew the lining to the bag, and then some decorative top-stitching. I can’t figure out what the instructions are telling me to do for attaching the lining, but I’ll figure it out at some point.

I did write a post on Monday, but then decided I couldn’t post it. Bummer.

Let’s see…

I’m reading Breakfast at Tiffany’s (borrowed from the library), which is quite good. Very different from the movie, but in some aspects it’s word for word. Interesting. A short read, too, so if you’re looking for some light reading, I advise picking it up. I’m about 2/3rds done. The best part is that the Prince of Brazil, Jose, has a last name in the book (which isn’t mentioned in the movie) that is fabulous. He’s Brazilian, so his name is Jose Yberra, but his mother was German, so it’s hyphenated, Yberra-Jaeger. Maybe not funny to you, but to me it is.

Apparently the open house went well, with 7 parties passing through, which includes a few sets of neighbors who want to sell their units this year. To them I say, good luck! There was also a showing (during the open house – weird, I know), and they were the only people who might have been interested. Our Realtor thinks we should do another one in a few weeks. I would like to be able to garden in the ground this summer, and it’s not planting season here in Minnesota until Memorial Day, so that might be a possibility, but I’m not making plans.

More fabric arrived at my house last night (I know, I know – but the February budget was blown on, like, the 5th, so I already had a “why not” attitude about it), which was exciting. More short cuts from JCaroline [link removed], including a lime and brown stripe that I had designated to be part of a tablecloth and just hadn’t purchased, and now it’s not available anymore, so I had to buy what I could (and I’ll have plenty, enough to make napkins too). So pretty, and now it’s all washed and ironed (but not photographed or folded and put away).

I also cut up the charm squares for the second Mini Quilt in a Bag swap. My partner sent me Sweet [link removed], and I had a plan, which I then had to revise when I read that I was supposed to use a bit of every single print. Oops. Good thing I hadn’t cut anything out. So, I spent some time yesterday doing math and charting it all out. I think there will still be some revisions that I need to make, but I haven’t cut all the fabric out yet, so there’s still wiggle room. I’m hoping to get the main “blocks” done this weekend so I can finish calculating the rest of it out. Don’t want to say too much, in case she drops in to take a peek here.

There was also a tiny bit of studying for tomorrow night’s test, which I’m not worried about (10/10 on the last one, and I’m the student in class who answers all the questions). I should have been writing a paper on my interview with an elected official, but all the ones I’ve contacted have ignored me. I think I’m going to have to be a co-worker to introduce me to the city council member she knows, and then beg him to answer the questions via email. I am anxious to get the paper I wrote back tonight, since it will be the first grade in my Historical Interpretation class. I feel like it was a bad paper, though I will probably get a decent grade, but you never know how a professor grades until that first one comes back.

If you’d like to look to the right, I added a little countdown to the end of the semester (aka Countdown to Hammock Time). I am looking forward to that very much. We’re at the point of the semester where I feel like I bit off more than I can chew, am not really interested in any of it, but it’s too late to drop out of any classes without financial and GPA consequences. So, plug on I will. And it will all be good in the end, but it’s a struggle for a bit. (That said, I have had a great deal of free time the last few days, which has been nice. I’m struggling with my online class, in that I’m not particularly fond of the professor at times, and I’ve turned in two papers that weren’t for credit, but for the online discussions he’s given me 20/25. Grades weren’t posted for the first one until after the second one was over, so then I could try to participate more, but obviously not soon enough to change my grade for the second one. It’s really annoying. But, he liked one of my comments on discussion 3 enough to comment on it, which he rarely does. So I feel like I’m all over the board with him.)

Lastly, today is the last day of the half dosage of Wellbutrin I’ve been on for the past 18 months. Tomorrow I start back on the 300 mg, which is very exciting. I have been sleeping better lately anyways, which is nice (there were a few weeks there that I wasn’t sleeping well or much, and that was rough). Plus, Spring Break is in two weeks, so that’s good.

And, to reward you for hanging on so long, here’s a pretty picture for you. These are my new earrings I bought on Etsy. They arrived on Monday, and I promptly wore them yesterday. So springy and cheerful! (She still has a few pair for sale if you hurry.) Her blog [link removed] is great too – one of my current favorites.


Annotated Bibliography (without the annotations)

Here’s the list of 25 books I came up with for Multicultural Education. If you remember, the assignment was to pick 25 books that focus on traditionally under-represented populations, and were appropriate for ages 10-18. It gets turned in tonight, so I should know by next week what my professor thinks of the list, but I think I did a good job, considering the breadth of “Social Studies” (ancient history, world history, current events, economics, politics and government, psychology, sociology, anthropology, archaeology – several of those I skipped, or at least didn’t intentionally pick books that focused on them).

  • Achebe, Chinua. Things Fall Apart: A Novel. 1994.
  • Aguilar-Moreno, Manuel. Handbook to Life in the Aztec World. 2007.
  • Alvarez, Julia. Before We Were Free. 2004.
  • Anand, Mulk Raj. Untouchable. 1990.
    • Alternate (not on list, but I had to read it for another class): Singh, Khushwant. Train to Pakistan. 1994.
  • Bales, Kevin. Disposable People: New Slavery in the Global Economy. 1999.
  • California Historical Society. Only What We Could Carry: The Japanese American Internment Experience. 2000.
    • Alternate: Wakatsuki Houston, Jeanne. Farewell to Manzanar. 1983.
  • Colman, Penny. Rosie the Riveter: Working Women on the Home Front in World War II. 1998.
  • Ferriss, Susan. The Fight in the Fields: Cesar Chavez and the Farmworkers Movement. 1998.
  • Flood, Josephine. The Original Australians: Story of the Aboriginal People. 2007.
  • Freedman, Russell. Children of the Great Depression. 2005.
  • Gruzinski, Serge. The Aztecs: Rise and Fall of an Empire. 1992.
  • Hamermesh, Daniel S. Economics is Everywhere. 2005.
    • Alternate: Coyle, Diane. Sex, Drugs and Economics: An Unconventional Intro to Economics. 2004.
  • Jiang, Ji-li. Red Scarf Girl: A Memoir of the Cultural Revolution. 2008.
    • Alternate: Min, Anchee. Red Azalea. 1999.
  • Kehoe, Alice Beck. America Before the European Invasions. 2002.
  • Kerber, Linda K. Women’s America: Refocusing the Past. 2003.
  • King Jr, Dr. Martin Luther. Why We Can’t Wait. 2000.
  • Le, Samantha. Little Sister Left Behind. 2007.
  • Lemann, Nicholas. The Promised Land: The Great Black Migration and How It Changed America. 1992.
  • Moody, Anne. Coming of Age in Mississippi. 2004.
  • Park, Linda Sue. When My Name Was Keoko. 2004,
  • Philip, Neil. The Great Circle: A History of the First Nations. 2006.
  • Takaki, Ronald. A Different Mirror: A History of Multiracial America. 1994.
  • Ung, Loung. First They Killed My Father: A Daughter of Cambodia Remembers. 2000.
  • Yang, Kao Kalia. The Latehomecomer: A Hmong Family Memoir. 2008.
  • Zia, Helen. Asian American Dreams: The Emergence of an American People. 2001.

I’m interested in hearing your thoughts on this list. What did I forget? (Remembering that we weren’t supposed to include traditionally taught or focused on, so yes there’s nothing on Europe or the Cold War, etc. This is meant to be a supplemental list, and just a starting point.) What would you add? Have you read any of the above? Other thoughts?

I’ll spare you the literary analysis

But I will say that Jane Eyre at the Guthrie was wonderful. It was yet another take on a fantastic story. I’ve watched the BBC miniseries (my favorite), read the original book (not so excellent, but must be appreciated for the beauty that the story is, even if I didn’t care for the writing), and now seen the stage version. All were special in their own way. I thought the miniseries was more true to the book than the stage version, but the modifications for the stage made sense for that medium. I highly suggest seeing it if you have the money and time and opportunity. We got $10 off one of our tickets because of the student discount, and they didn’t even ask to see my ID (though they said they would).

Jane Eyre is a similar story to Jane Austen’s Mansfield Park, but I think I like the Jane Eyre storyline better. Of course, Jane Austen’s writing is much preferable to Charlotte Bronte’s in my opinion, but that’s just me. I haven’t actually read an Austen book that I didn’t like, though her short stories were insufferable. and I were talking about how authors really are good at one thing and not so much at the others. Austen should have stuck with books. Fitzgerald, on the other hand, should have stuck with short stories (I finally gave up on The Beautiful and the Damned). Other authors we discussed were good at screenplays, first drafts, etc. And yet they all seem to try one of the other formats. Oh well. Just goes to prove that they aren’t complete geniuses, but simply people who are very good at a specific thing, just like the rest of us.

I have a headache this afternoon. The printer broke as I was printing envelopes, and is out of commission until the repair man comes. Tonight is having some friends over, and after dinner I’m going out to buy fabric for the rollerblinds (unless my headache doesn’t go away, in which case I’m going to “take to my bed” like someone in one of Austen’s books) and go to the gym (barring headaches, which are only made worse by going to the gym in my case, though argues that it’s helpful because it opens up blood passages or something).

Tomorrow we’re going to go get a storage unit and move a bunch of the stuff from our house that is already in “storage” to official storage. That’s the first step before being able to do lots of other things, like painting, fixing the windows, installing carpet, etc. I’ve got a paint color picked out for the spare bedroom (a lovely shade of “linen” I believe), as well as an idea of the fabric for all the rollerblinds. Once that room is clear and the floors are clean (our cleaning lady, aka Grandma, is coming today), I can hem all the curtains with my new machine and then get to work on making pillows out of the leftover fabric. Our kitchen is looking excellent (if you haven’t read my post from yesterday about it, you should, because that was a ton of work!), we have curtains in the downstairs that I love, and I think we’re generally on-track. I decided not to do too much with the furniture refinishing before the move. Everything will get sanded and primed and painted white, but that’s it. I’ll deal with picking accent paper, hardware, etc, including the top coats of shellac that will make them durable, after the move. Often furniture like that gets dinged up in a move anyways, and really all we need to do is have them look presentable. So it’s the bare minimum for them. I’d do more if the list of things to do weren’t so long, but that’s the way it is. There are only 24 hours in a day.

Yesterday I bought an issue of “Everyday” with Rachel Ray, or whatever her magazine is called. Like some others have said, I have a love-hate relationship with the Rayster (I don’t think I can call her “Rach” as she calls herself). I find her completely obnoxious and then suddenly found that I’ve watched (and enjoyed) an entire episode of her show. The magazine I didn’t like at all. I’m bringing it Tuesday to SNB and hope that or can get some use out of it. There weren’t any recipes in it that I wanted to make, except for a reference to Alicia Silverstone’s “Crispy Brown Rice Squares” that I might have to try (but the recipe wasn’t in the magazine – it’s on the website).

Anyways, back to work and attempting to make this headache go away.


Is there a book that you’ve ever picked up to read because either everyone else was reading it, or it was labeled a classic and you felt you had to read it? How did you like the book (or could you even finish it)?

Absolutely.  In fact, right now I’m struggling through The Beautiful and the Damned by F Scott Fitzgerald, in part because everyone loves Fitzgerald, in part because he was a Minnesotan, and in part because I liked his book of short stories.  I’m finding his full-length books to be less enjoyable, however.  I generally hated every book I was forced to read in school through high school, but many of the ones since then have been decent.

That’s a bummer

I had unofficially decided who I was voting for in the next Presidential election. Of course, I knew full well it was possible that the candidate I’d selected wouldn’t make it that far. Well, as it turns out, Edwards is dropping out of the race [link removed]. Now who will I vote for? I’d threaten to move to Canada if McCain is elected (like I did a few years back, though I can’t remember who I was protesting at the time), but I’m not sure I could convince , and living in Canada without him would pretty much suck. I had already decided not to go to my caucus next week, but this was definitely the final nail in the coffin. I have no party loyalty, so the caucus didn’t really tempt me.

Sad. I like none of the other candidates.

Have I noted how cold it is today? We got home last night and the house was 54*! cajoled the furnace into working and we woke up nice and toasty this morning. But it was -14* outside upon leaving for work. I let my car warm up a good long time in the garage before leaving. It will not be happy when I arrive back at the Transit Center tonight and want to use it to get home.

I’ve got about 50 pages left in Darcy and Elizabeth: Days and Nights at Pemberley, and I really want to know how all the ends of the plot lines are going to be wrapped up. I mean, I would sit here at my desk and read until I finished it if I thought I could get away with it. I’ve definitely been enjoying this book. It’s not nearly so much smut as some people think (though it has its share, I think the contrast is in to the original Jane Austen, which is beyond chaste), and I have appreciated how many plot lines there are and the intricacy of the story. I’m wondering if there will be a third book, but I’m not exactly sure what else the author could do with the characters at this point. It may be time for it to end.

It has been painfully dry this winter. We have a humidifier in our bedroom which has helped my sinuses significantly, but my recent skin sensitivity to lotions and soaps has made keeping my skin happy quite difficult. (Most recently, Dove Sensitive Skin shower wash and Eucerin, both hypoallergenic, have been rejected by my skin.) I’ve been alternating between baby oil, baby lotion (which is not that moisturizing), and Eucerin (even though my skin isn’t that happy with it, I have yet to break out in a full-scale rash). Yesterday morning I just didn’t have the time to put anything on, and thought nothing of it. Last night after getting back from the gym, I checked my legs and noticed that not only did I need to shave, I had turned quite amphibious during the day and it was a little painful (that was the polite way of saying my skin was dry and scaly). I attempted to remedy that situation and after showering coated my skin with Eucerin, sensitivities be damned. I avoided showering this morning and put on another coat. I decided that little red bumps and even an itchy patch or two would be worth it and probably healthier for my skin than for it to be that dry. My hands and cuticles have cracks and so forth all over. Papercuts are dangerous in this weather, in that they could easily turn into something much worse that won’t heal until spring. [Author pauses to put on Neutrogena Norwegian Formula Hand Cream.] has it much worse, however, since she has to wash her hands about a billion times each shift she works.

A coffee break is calling out to me. It’s really more of a hot cocoa day, but I think I’ll get coffee anyways.

Wednesday Mind Hump

Last album/CD/mp3 listened to: my iPod says… that my last song was “Don’t Tell Me” by Avril Lavigne. It’s on shuffle.

Last book read: Girl Soldier: A Story of Hope for Northern Uganda’s Children

Last food eaten: Glazed donut from Holiday

Last beverage drunk: French vanilla cappuccino from Holiday

Last movie watched: Um… I’m not sure. Maybe Prince Charming can help me out with this in the comments?  Of course, that could be difficult since he’s having problems accessing this blog right now.

Last item bought: Sour Patch Kids to munch on while doing homework

A Bookish Meme

“Here (in the extended entry) is a little summer reading list. Bold what you’ve read, italicize those you’ve started and not finished, add three of your own to the end, and post.”

Prince Charming, you might like this, since you were talking about reading some more classic books… perhaps a place to start?

  1. The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien
  2. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen
  3. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman
  4. The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
  5. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling
  6. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
  7. Winnie the Pooh, AA Milne
  8. 1984, George Orwell
  9. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, CS Lewis
  10. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
  11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller
  12. Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
  13. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks
  14. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier
  15. The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger
  16. The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame
  17. Great Expectations, Charles Dickens
  18. Little Women, Louisa May Alcott
  19. Captain Corellis Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres
  20. War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy
  21. Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell
  22. Harry Potter And The Sorcerers Stone, JK Rowling
  23. Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling
  24. Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling
  25. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien
  26. Tess Of The Durbervilles, Thomas Hardy
  27. Middlemarch, George Eliot
  28. A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving
  29. The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck
  30. Alices Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
  31. The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson
  32. One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
  33. The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett
  34. David Copperfield, Charles Dickens
  35. Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl
  36. Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson
  37. A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute
  38. Persuasion, Jane Austen
  39. Dune, Frank Herbert
  40. Emma, Jane Austen
  41. Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery
  42. Watership Down, Richard Adams
  43. The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald
  44. The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
  45. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh
  46. Animal Farm, George Orwell
  47. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens
  48. Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy
  49. Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian
  50. The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher
  51. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
  52. Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck
  53. The Stand, Stephen King
  54. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy
  55. A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth
  56. The BFG, Roald Dahl
  57. Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome
  58. Black Beauty, Anna Sewell
  59. Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer
  60. Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
  61. Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman
  62. Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden
  63. A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
  64. The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough
  65. Mort, Terry Pratchett
  66. The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton
  67. The Magus, John Fowles
  68. Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
  69. Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett
  70. Lord Of The Flies, William Golding
  71. Perfume, Patrick Susskind
  72. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell
  73. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
  74. Matilda, Roald Dahl
  75. Bridget Jones’ Diary, Helen Fielding
  76. The Secret History, Donna Tartt
  77. The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins
  78. Ulysses, James Joyce
  79. Bleak House, Charles Dickens
  80. Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson
  81. The Twits, Roald Dahl
  82. I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith
  83. Holes, Louis Sachar
  84. Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake
  85. The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
  86. Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson
  87. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley
  88. Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons
  89. Magician, Raymond E Feist
  90. On The Road, Jack Kerouac
  91. The Godfather, Mario Puzo
  92. The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel
  93. The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett
  94. The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
  95. Katherine, Anya Seton
  96. Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer
  97. Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
  98. Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson
  99. The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot
  100. Midnights Children, Salman Rushdie
  101. Three Men In A Boat, Jerome K. Jerome
  102. Small Gods, Terry Pratchett
  103. The Beach, Alex Garland
  104. Dracula, Bram Stoker
  105. Point Blanc, Anthony Horowitz
  106. The Pickwick Papers, Charles Dickens
  107. Stormbreaker, Anthony Horowitz
  108. The Wasp Factory, Iain Banks
  109. The Day Of The Jackal, Frederick Forsyth
  110. The Illustrated Mum, Jacqueline Wilson
  111. Jude The Obscure, Thomas Hardy
  112. The Secret Diary Of Adrian Mole Aged 13 1/2, Sue Townsend
  113. The Cruel Sea, Nicholas Monsarrat
  114. Les Miserables, Victor Hugo
  115. The Mayor Of Casterbridge, Thomas Hardy
  116. The Dare Game, Jacqueline Wilson
  117. Bad Girls, Jacqueline Wilson
  118. The Picture Of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
  119. Shogun, James Clavell
  120. The Day Of The Triffids, John Wyndham
  121. Lola Rose, Jacqueline Wilson
  122. Vanity Fair, William Makepeace Thackeray
  123. The Forsyte Saga, John Galsworthy
  124. House Of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski
  125. The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver
  126. Reaper Man, Terry Pratchett
  127. Angus, Thongs And Full-Frontal Snogging, Louise Rennison
  128. The Hound Of The Baskervilles, Arthur Conan Doyle
  129. Possession, A. S. Byatt
  130. The Master And Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov
  131. The Handmaids Tale, Margaret Atwood
  132. Danny The Champion Of The World, Roald Dahl
  133. East Of Eden, John Steinbeck
  134. Georges Marvellous Medicine, Roald Dahl
  135. Wyrd Sisters, Terry Pratchett
  136. The Color Purple, Alice Walker
  137. Hogfather, Terry Pratchett
  138. The Thirty-Nine Steps, John Buchan
  139. Girls In Tears, Jacqueline Wilson
  140. Sleepovers, Jacqueline Wilson
  141. All Quiet On The Western Front, Erich Maria Remarque
  142. Behind The Scenes At The Museum, Kate Atkinson
  143. High Fidelity, Nick Hornby
  144. It, Stephen King
  145. James And The Giant Peach, Roald Dahl
  146. The Green Mile, Stephen King
  147. Papillon, Henri Charriere
  148. Men At Arms, Terry Pratchett
  149. Master And Commander, Patrick OBrian
  150. Skeleton Key, Anthony Horowitz
  151. Soul Music, Terry Pratchett
  152. Thief Of Time, Terry Pratchett
  153. The Fifth Elephant, Terry Pratchett
  154. Atonement, Ian McEwan
  155. Secrets, Jacqueline Wilson
  156. The Silver Sword, Ian Serraillier
  157. One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest, Ken Kesey
  158. Heart Of Darkness, Joseph Conrad
  159. Kim, Rudyard Kipling
  160. Cross Stitch, Diana Gabaldon
  161. Moby **** , Herman Melville
  162. River God, Wilbur Smith
  163. Sunset Song, Lewis Grassic Gibbon
  164. The Shipping News, Annie Proulx
  165. The World According To Garp, John Irving
  166. Lorna Doone, R. D. Blackmore
  167. Girls Out Late, Jacqueline Wilson
  168. The Far Pavilions, M. M. Kaye
  169. The Witches, Roald Dahl
  170. Charlottes Web, E. B. White
  171. Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
  172. They Used To Play On Grass, Terry Venables and Gordon Williams
  173. The Old Man And The Sea, Ernest Hemingway
  174. The Name Of The Rose, Umberto Eco
  175. Sophies World, Jostein Gaarder
  176. Dustbin Baby, Jacqueline Wilson
  177. Fantastic Mr. Fox, Roald Dahl
  178. Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
  179. Jonathan Livingstone Seagull, Richard Bach
  180. The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery
  181. The Suitcase Kid, Jacqueline Wilson
  182. Oliver Twist, Charles Dickens
  183. The Power Of One, Bryce Courtenay
  184. Silas Marner, George Eliot
  185. American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis
  186. The Diary Of A Nobody, George and Weedon Gross-mith
  187. Trainspotting, Irvine Welsh
  188. Goosebumps, R. L. Stine
  189. Heidi, Johanna Spyri
  190. Sons And Lovers, D. H. Lawrence
  191. The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
  192. Man And Boy, Tony Parsons
  193. The Truth, Terry Pratchett
  194. The War Of The Worlds, H. G. Wells
  195. The Horse Whisperer, Nicholas Evans
  196. A Fine Balance, Rohinton Mistry
  197. Witches Abroad, Terry Pratchett
  198. The Once And Future King, T. H. White
  199. The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Eric Carle
  200. Flowers In The Attic, Virginia Andrews
  201. The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien
  202. The Eye of the World, Robert Jordan
  203. The Great Hunt, Robert Jordan
  204. The Dragon Reborn, Robert Jordan
  205. Fires of Heaven, Robert Jordan
  206. Lord of Chaos, Robert Jordan
  207. Winters Heart, Robert Jordan
  208. A Crown of Swords, Robert Jordan
  209. Crossroads of Twilight, Robert Jordan
  210. A Path of Daggers, Robert Jordan
  211. As Nature Made Him, John Colapinto
  212. Microserfs, Douglas Coupland
  213. The Married Man, Edmund White
  214. Winters Tale, Mark Helprin
  215. The History of Sexuality, Michel Foucault
  216. Cry to Heaven, Anne Rice
  217. Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe, John Boswell – You know, I kept reading the title and thinking it was about Unicorns, which made for a much more interesting book.
  218. Equus, Peter Shaffer
  219. The Man Who Ate Everything, Jeffrey Steingarten
  220. Letters To A Young Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke
  221. Ella Minnow Pea, Mark Dunn
  222. The Vampire Lestat, Anne Rice
  223. Anthem, Ayn Rand
  224. The Bridge To Terabithia, Katherine Paterson
  225. Tartuffe, Moliere
  226. The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
  227. The Crucible, Arthur Miller
  228. The Trial, Franz Kafka
  229. Oedipus Rex, Sophocles
  230. Oedipus at Colonus, Sophocles
  231. Death Be Not Proud, John Gunther
  232. A Dolls House, Henrik Ibsen
  233. Hedda Gabler, Henrik Ibsen
  234. Ethan Frome, Edith Wharton
  235. A Raisin In The Sun, Lorraine Hansberry
  236. ALIVE!, Piers Paul Read
  237. Grapefruit, Yoko Ono
  238. Trickster Makes This World, Lewis Hyde
  239. The Mists of Avalon, Marion Zimmer Bradley
  240. Chronicles of Thomas Convenant, Unbeliever, Stephen Donaldson
  241. Lord of Light, Roger Zelazny
  242. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, Michael Chabon
  243. Summerland, Michael Chabon
  244. A Confederacy of Dunces, John Kennedy Toole
  245. Candide, Voltaire
  246. The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar and Six More, Roald Dahl
  247. Ringworld, Larry Niven
  248. The King Must Die, Mary Renault
  249. Stranger in a Strange Land, Robert Heinlein
  250. A Wrinkle in Time, Madeline LEngle
  251. The Eyre Affair, Jasper Fforde
  252. The House Of The Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne
  253. The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne
  254. The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan
  255. The Great Gilly Hopkins, Katherine Paterson
  256. Chocolate Fever, Robert Kimmel Smith
  257. Xanth: The Quest for Magic, Piers Anthony
  258. The Lost Princess of Oz, L. Frank Baum
  259. Wonder Boys, Michael Chabon
  260. Lost In A Good Book, Jasper Fforde
  261. Well Of Lost Plots, Jasper Fforde
  262. Life Of Pi, Yann Martel
  263. The Bean Trees, Barbara Kingsolver
  264. A Yellow Rraft In Blue Water, Michael Dorris
  265. Little House on the Prairie, Laura Ingalls Wilder
  266. Where The Red Fern Grows, Wilson Rawls
  267. Griffin & Sabine, Nick Bantock
  268. Witch of Blackbird Pond, Joyce Friedland
  269. Mrs. Frisby And The Rats Of NIMH, Robert C. OBrien
  270. Tuck Everlasting, Natalie Babbitt
  271. The Cay, Theodore Taylor
  272. From The Mixed-Up Files Of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, E.L. Konigsburg
  273. The Phantom Tollbooth, Norton Juster
  274. The Westing Game, Ellen Raskin
  275. The Kitchen Gods Wife, Amy Tan
  276. The Bone Setters Daughter, Amy Tan
  277. Relic, Duglas Preston & Lincolon Child
  278. Wicked, Gregory Maguire
  279. American Gods, Neil Gaiman
  280. Misty of Chincoteague, Marguerite Henry
  281. The Girl Next Door, Jack Ketchum
  282. Haunted, Judith St. George
  283. Singularity, William Sleator
  284. A Short History of Nearly Everything, Bill Bryson
  285. Different Seasons, Stephen King
  286. Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk
  287. About a Boy, Nick Hornby
  288. The Bookmans Wake, John Dunning
  289. The Church of Dead Girls, Stephen Dobyns
  290. Illusions, Richard Bach
  291. Magics Pawn, Mercedes Lackey
  292. Magics Promise, Mercedes Lackey
  293. Magics Price, Mercedes Lackey
  294. The Dancing Wu Li Masters, Gary Zukav
  295. Spirits of Flux and Anchor, Jack L. Chalker
  296. Interview with the Vampire, Anne Rice
  297. The Encyclopedia of Unusual Sex Practices, Brenda Love
  298. Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace.
  299. The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison. (I tried, in college, for a class, but never made it through, and ended up dropping the class)
  300. The Cider House Rules, John Irving.
  301. Enders Game, Orson Scott Card
  302. Girlfriend in a Coma, Douglas Coupland
  303. The Lions Game, Nelson Demille
  304. The Sun, The Moon, and the Stars, Stephen Brust
  305. Cyteen, C. J. Cherryh
  306. Foucaults Pendulum, Umberto Eco
  307. Cryptonomicon, Neal Stephenson
  308. Invisible Monsters, Chuck Palahniuk
  309. Camber of Culdi, Kathryn Kurtz
  310. The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand
  311. War and Rememberance, Herman Wouk
  312. The Art of War, Sun Tzu
  313. The Giver, Lois Lowry
  314. The Telling, Ursula Le Guin
  315. Xenogenesis (or Liliths Brood), Octavia Butler
  316. A Civil Campaign, Lois McMaster Bujold
  317. The Curse of Chalion, Lois McMaster Bujold
  318. The Aeneid, Publius Vergilius Maro (Vergil)
  319. Hanta Yo, Ruth Beebe Hill
  320. The Princess Bride, S. Morganstern (or William Goldman)
  321. Beowulf, Anonymous
  322. The Sparrow, Maria Doria Russell
  323. Deerskin, Robin McKinley
  324. Dragonsong, Anne McCaffrey
  325. Passage, Connie Willis
  326. Otherland, Tad Williams
  327. Tigana, Guy Gavriel Kay
  328. Number the Stars, Lois Lowry
  329. Beloved, Toni Morrison
  330. Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christs Childhood Pal, Christopher Moore
  331. The mysterious disappearance of Leon, I mean Noel, Ellen Raskin
  332. Summer Sisters, Judy Blume
  333. The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Victor Hugo
  334. The Island on Bird Street, Uri Orlev
  335. Midnight in the Dollhouse, Marjorie Filley Stover
  336. The Miracle Worker, William Gibson
  337. The Genesis Code, John Case
  338. The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Robert Louis Stevensen
  339. Paradise Lost, John Milton
  340. Phantom, Susan Kay
  341. The Mummy or Ramses the Damned, Anne Rice
  342. Anno Dracula, Kim Newman
  343. The Dresden Files: Grave Peril, Jim Butcher
  344. Tokyo Suckerpunch, Issac Adamson
  345. The Winter of Magics Return, Pamela Service
  346. The Oddkins, Dean R. Koontz
  347. My Name is Asher Lev, Chaim Potok
  348. The Last Goodbye, Raymond Chandler
  349. At Swim, Two Boys, Jaime ONeill
  350. Othello, by William Shakespeare
  351. The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas
  352. The Collected Poems of William Butler Yeats
  353. Sati, Christopher Pike
  354. The Inferno, Dante
  355. The Apology, Plato
  356. The Small Rain, Madeline LEngle
  357. The Man Who Tasted Shapes, Richard E Cytowick
  358. 5 Novels, Daniel Pinkwater
  359. The Sevenwaters Trilogy, Juliet Marillier
  360. Girl with a Pearl Earring, Tracy Chevalier
  361. To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf
  362. Our Town, Thorton Wilder
  363. Green Grass Running Water, Thomas King
  364. The Interpreter, Suzanne Glass
  365. The Moors Last Sigh, Salman Rushdie
  366. The Mother Tongue, Bill Bryson
  367. A Passage to India, E.M. Forster
  368. The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
  369. The Phantom of the Opera, Gaston Leroux
  370. Pages for You, Sylvia Brownrigg
  371. The Changeover, Margaret Mahy
  372. Howls Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones – I saw the animated version, I’m guessing that doesn’t count
  373. Angels and Demons, Dan Brown
  374. Johnny Got His Gun, Dalton Trumbo
  375. Shosha, Isaac Bashevis Singer
  376. Travels With Charley, John Steinbeck
  377. The Diving-bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby
  378. The Lunatic at Large by J. Storer Clouston
  379. Time for Bed by David Baddiel
  380. Barrayar by Lois McMaster Bujold
  381. Quite Ugly One Morning by Christopher Brookmyre
  382. The Bloody Sun by Marion Zimmer Bradley
  383. Sewer, Gas, and Eletric by Matt Ruff
  384. Jhereg by Steven Brust
  385. So You Want To Be A Wizard by Diane Duane
  386. Perdido Street Station, China Mieville
  387. The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Anne Bronte
  388. Road-side Dog, Czeslaw Milosz
  389. The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje
  390. Neuromancer, William Gibson
  391. The Epistemology of the Closet, Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick
  392. A Canticle for Liebowitz, Walter M. Miller, Jr
  393. The Mask of Apollo, Mary Renault
  394. The Gunslinger, Stephen King
  395. Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare
  396. Childhoods End, Arthur C. Clarke
  397. A Season of Mists, Neil Gaiman
  398. Ivanhoe, Walter Scott
  399. The God Boy, Ian Cross
  400. The Beekeepers Apprentice, Laurie R. King
  401. Finn Family Moomintroll, Tove Jansson
  402. Misery, Stephen King
  403. Tipping the Velvet, Sarah Waters
  404. Hood, Emma Donoghue
  405. The Land of Spices, Kate OBrien
  406. The Diary of Anne Frank
  407. Regeneration, Pat Barker
  408. Tender is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald.  On my bookshelf waiting to be read.
  409. Dreaming in Cuban, Cristina Garcia
  410. A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway
  411. The View from Saturday, E.L. Konigsburg
  412. Dealing with Dragons, Patricia Wrede
  413. Eats, Shoots & Leaves, Lynne Truss
  414. A Severed Wasp – Madeleine LEngle
  415. Here Be Dragons – Sharon Kay Penman
  416. The Mabinogion (Ancient Welsh Tales) – translated by Lady Charlotte E. Guest
  417. The DaVinci Code – Dan Brown.  Also on my bookshelf waiting to be read.
  418. Desire of the Everlasting Hills – Thomas Cahill
  419. The Cloister Walk – Kathleen Norris
  420. The Things We Carried, Tim OBrien
  421. I Know This Much Is True, Wally Lamb
  422. Choke, Chuck Palahniuk
  423. Enders Shadow, Orson Scott Card
  424. The Memory of Earth, Orson Scott Card
  425. The Iron Tower, Dennis L. McKiernen
  426. The French Lieutenant’s Woman, John Fowles
  427. The Four Feathers, A.E.W. Mason
  428. The Jester, James Patterson
  429. Cry the beloved Country, Alan Paton
  430. The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
  431. The Stranger, Albert Camus
  432. Deathscent, Robin Jarvis
  433. Memnoch the Devil, Anne Rice
  434. My legendary girlfriend, Mike Gayle
  435. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? – Phillip K Dick
  436. Bored of the Rings – Harvard Lampoon -I didn’t know this existed, but I might find it funny.
  437. The Pelican Brief – John Grisham
  438. Schild’s Ladder – Greg Egan
  439. Excession – Iain M. Banks
  440. One For The Morning Glory – John Barnes
  441. The Manchurian Candidate – Richard Condon
  442. A Death in the Family – James Agee
  443. Fup – Jim Dodge
  444. Girl Soldier by Faith J H McDonnell and Grace Akallo – I’m about a third of the way through and it’s fantastic
  445. We Could Almost Eat Outside by Philippe Delerm and Sarah Hamp – about halfway through, but you can only read a page or two at a time.  Doesn’t really excuse the year-plus that I’ve been reading it.
  446. Mansfield Park by Jane Austen – one of the Austen books not on the list already, but I think it’s the best one.

Looks like I have a lot of reading to do, if I actually wanted to accomplish this list.  I don’t, however.  But good to know if I ever make it through my collection of books, there’s plenty more out there.

Slight Swooning Required

I have a co-worker who’s getting married next weekend. He’s done this before, and as is stereotypical of most men, hasn’t been too vocal or stressed about his pending nuptials. Well, he’s leaving for the day, and I overheard this conversation:

Groom: See you Monday! Have a good weekend!
Co-Worker: Yeah. Hey, last weekend of freedom! Haha
Groom: Yeah. After this, life will be much more enjoyable.

Bet you didn’t see that one coming, did ya.

Now, I have no doubt that there are many men out there who think that very thought (or at least did at some point, since they shelled out some cash for a ring and proposed and thought it would be a good idea to be married). But how many times do you hear something so honest, especially at work, instead of the usual jesting about the ole ball-n-chain or a lifetime sentence or whatever.

In other news, yes, I am very glad that it’s Friday. Maybe not so much “glad” as “relieved.” You see, on Wednesday I could have sworn it was Friday. Yesterday too. So by today I feel like it has been a very, very long week. And I am much relieved that today actually is Friday.

For those of you who cared, I did almost no packing this week. And very little wedding planning (except for that whole hair thing). Why? Well, quite frankly, there’s not much to be done. And I was a little tired. I got the things on my list done, but they were kind of minor things. I cleaned off my bedside table and another side table so that they’d be ready to move. I have an ever-growing pile for Goodwill. We’re taking some things to Mom’s this weekend so the stacks of boxes in Prince Charming’s spare bedroom will decrease. I went through the stuff on the last table in my room (that’s three tables, if you’re counting) and got the box of reception decorations all set to go. But that was kinda it.

And I keep having these thoughts like, oh, I’m going to need to go to Goodwill, I should email Amanda and Liz and see who might want to go, or I need to go to a different Macy’s that has a bigger selection to buy this thing, and I should see who would like to take me, and then realizing that, unless things go horribly wrong with someone’s Visa to Korea, I’ll have a car next week and won’t need someone to go with me (not that I wouldn’t want someone to come with if they desired). It’s a whole mindset change I’m not really into yet. I have had some positive thoughts this week regarding my future car, like Wednesday night when I was hungry but it was too late to find food anywhere that was accessible to me, and I knew that if I had a car I could have gone to Cub which is open 24 hours. Or last night when I ran out of yarn for a hat I’m attempting (why, I’m not sure, because I’m guessing it’s going to look laughable on me and I’ll just have to give it away) and thought that it would be silly to spend an hour in transit on the bus to and from WalMart for a $1.50 ball of yarn.

Last night I was good to myself, to make up for Wednesday when I was apparently feeling that I needed to be mean to me. So I went grocery shopping. And then I made (and ate) dinner. And took a book and some crochet out onto my deck and sat in my hammock for about an hour until the sun disappeared. And when I got hungry, I ate again. I supplied myself with the chocolate of which my house had been completely devoid. I went to bed before midnight, and fell asleep quickly. So no more grouchiness today. (I’m sure Prince Charming is thrilled to hear that.)

Crap. I just realized I forgot to feed Matea. Must go email Nikki.

Unconscious Mutterings

  1. Voyage :: of the Dawn Treader
  2. Patricia :: Boss
  3. Transformation :: butterfly
  4. Vocabulary :: large
  5. San Francisco:: good times
  6. Edward :: Scissorhands
  7. Sawyer :: Brown
  8. Literary :: Target
  9. Tiger :: Lion
  10. Seal :: Cub

Unconscious Mutterings

  1. Happen :: -ed one night
  2. Terribly :: lonely (I’m not, btw)
  3. History :: Channel
  4. Master :: and Commander
  5. Petrified :: Wood
  6. Moan :: Sigh
  7. Attack :: from Outer Space
  8. Picture :: Book
  9. Students :: Running Amok
  10. Potter :: Harry

Well, at least I’m productive in one part of my life

Last night I did homework from 6:30-12:30, and I didn’t even get my paper written (I did do the research for it, however, and decided that I wasn’t in the mood to write it, and it’s not due until Tuesday, so it’s all good). I didn’t get laundry done either. And there’s a growing pile of papers near my chair/window that is gonna be declared a hazard zone soon.

Since I got my new computer at work, I’ve been busy, busy, busy. I think I’m mostly set up the way I want to be, though. I managed to bring over the extensions I wanted for Firefox, and sync my bookmarks, which was the last step. I’m back in business!

Can I get an extra day in my week or weekend somehow? Or a few hours to sleep? Dad is in town this weekend, so I get to see Grant on Saturday, and I hope Prince Charming and I will have time otherwise to go take a walk outside, since the weather is supposed to be so nice. But I also have a chunk of homework, and it’s that point in the semester where slacking, even a day or two, really can’t happen. There’s too much to do and very little time left, so no getting behind schedule now. I also need to find the time to re-design the website that I was already paid for, and Prince Charming and I need to put a website out their for our upcoming nuptials and register and…. You get the idea. I will be quite happy when the semester is over – I may be too exhausted to celebrate, but I’ll have happy dreams.

The wonderment word of the day? Connubial. It’s a Jane Austen-esque word. I’ve been reading (well, not this week) Mr Darcy Takes a Wife, which is about 400% more racy than I expected it to be. Good, nonetheless. Anyways, connubial is used a lot.