good news, the washing machine is fixed. at least that's what nancy told us. she's the landlord-ish person thing. she's the real one. and then we have an on site landlord person. her name is trish. and i guess she isn't nice, becuase jess usta live right on top of her. and right under mike (nancy's husband) family. so... all's good, i guess. hopefully. i should try and do some laundry.

stephen was all in a huffy today because he chose to do laundry at the time that the power was off cause they were shampooing the carpets. ah well... so he's all "i left a note on the machine saying that it didn't work, and i'm really pissed that someone took it off and it's still broken..." BUT i guess it was repaired and everything.... and he was all in a puff cause he feels like he's the only one that cares that the washing machine was broken. but apparently everyone else feels that way, cause it was fixed. he just happened to do laundry at an in opportune time. so... instead of sorting it out, he jumped to conclusions. things like that just piss me off about him, ya know?

ah well. i'm sitting here in my bathrobe not wanting to do anything. but i really should do laundry. i'll do it when stephen leaves, cause i don't feel like hearing him talk about it. i know, it does sound crazy, but that's how it's gotten to be. who knows.

so i'm thinking about going back to school full time. even though people say "it won't be like undergrad"... i just want to be back in that learning mode again. i miss it dearly. i was thinking about writing or journalism or english. i think journalism would be best, but i think english/writing is what i'm more interested in.

damn the practicality of everything, ya know?

so dylan's birthday is tomorrow and i called my house yesterday to tell my parents that i didn't get anything for him. which should imply... i didn't get anything for him, so sign my name to the card.

but no.

i called my mom today and she's like... oh so you're just giving him money? ugh. it just drives me nuts, cause i say one thing, and they act like they understand and then the next day they make a big stink about how i'm on my own and etc. it just drives me crazy. ugh.

tea is good. it makes throats feel better. oooh... and i have honey... i should add it, huh?

alrightie there children, i must be on my way to doing something. maybe i'll go to the mall and finally buy myself a wallet.

and then come back and do laundry.

sounds like a plan.