Playing Catch-up

So, I don't even know where to begin. I haven't written in a while. That has something to do with how exciting my life is - not in the good way - and something to do with how amazing it can get sometimes. I guess I'll give it a whirl. This is likely to be highly disjointed. 

My folks got me a used car last week, so that's been pretty neat. It's a silver 99 Honda Accord, I'm thinking of calling her the Queen Anne's Revenge II. After my last Honda, the Queen Anne's Revenge I. I already thought it was stolen once because I forgot where I parked in Old City - that was exciting. It's a bit of a mature car for me, but maybe it will cause people to underestimate me when I drag race them on Broad Street. I've been looking for excuses to go for a drive since then, but now I'm out of gas. It's better that way, I want to keep being the girl that bikes everywhere, so someday in the distant future I can get in shape and also I like that visage. 


Speaking of which, I got a new bike. And I had to ask Jude if he minded if we had the same bike, because somehow the only bike in town available in my size and price range and that I liked was the same one as his. So that's really dorky. But they'll be easy to find and besides, the seats are different! I haven't got it yet, but I'm gonna have to name it and everything when I pick it up tomorrow. I almost got my first fixie today, but then it was too small and they didn't have any more in the world.  So I won't get my hipster wings just yet. EDIT: Jude says it might be a fixed gear after all. Word.

But now I'm home making mix tapes, so that's not a concern at the moment. As for home, the power's been off for like a week. Something happened with the bill, and PECO shut us down, and apparently they close on weekends and it takes three days to turn power back on because people in this town are either so underpaid that their only goal in life is to stick it to the fuckin' man OR they're all morons. And I hate them. We came up here a couple of times in the dark to get my necessities and my food, and it was like a scene from a horror movie and I'm pretty sure I almost died. But I didn't. So I've been living with Jude basically for almost a week, and he's been really wonderful and welcoming and I hope not too annoyed with having me around all the time. I just went home today, and I feel like I just got home from a vacation. He says every day is an adventure with me. I think that might be the highest honor in the world. I do love - pride myself - on being adventurous. And he and I have fun in ways I find unbelievable sometimes. We can turn a dull day into something. And a something into something amazing. I have exactly what I want. A fellow adventurer, attractive and smart and interesting and fun. My greatest fear in love is the promise of boredom, but I don't think boredom is coming anytime soon or maybe at all. We'll see. 

But anyway, I'm home now. The house is somewhat in tact. The cats are alive, they're actually sitting on me now. I'm sitting in my living room with my laptop and the animals in my lap, watching Mullholland Drive and contemplating a joint. My sleep schedule has now fully synced with Jude's, so I'll be up pretty much all night I imagine. Perfect time to get something done. Or waste all the time in the world. I haven't decided yet. Blogging is an accomplishment as far as I'm concerned. 

I decided there are words I want to bring back into common usage, such as: wicked, rad, neat, keen, bangarang, bitchin' and introducing ... Shaqtastic. Will update with progress on that.