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I Need to Update More

October 2002 ... 2:03 p.m.

I Need to Update More

But, really. Does my life revolve around diaries?
Um...
Uh...
No! I have Harry Potter on DVD and Survivor V! That’s what my life revolves around!

Just kidding!

Or am I?

I have a headache.
And an earache.
And a sore throat.
And I think I’ve come down with some sort of West Nile mutant death virus.

I’m sure I’ll be fine.

Guess what?

I GOT A JOB!!!!!!!!

Yay me!

It’s some crappy hours--1 am to 10 am, Monday through Friday. I get to bake! Yay me! I don’t start until next week--so no need to worry about spreading mutant death contagions through Iowa and the U.S. via otherwise delectable baked goods.

So, maybe I‘ll finally be able to get a gold membership and design a cool layout and put up pictures and...stuff.

[insert Eibisch happy-but-lame-because-my-white-cells-are-total-slackers-dance]

My brother has a new favorite saying. He somehow manages to make it rhyme and he says it all the time.
“Stay put, Harry Potter.”

I don’t even know what that means.

I really need to find some new diaries to read. I ended up taking most off my favorites list because they haven’t updated in a month of Sundays or they locked their diaries. I just don’t have the time to go around begging people for their passwords. I don’t want to read your diary that badly, anyway. I mean, really, who do you think you are? UncleBob? Weetabix?

So...anywho...I’m open to suggestions.

I’m sorting through questions that have been sent to me. I’m going to do an Eibisch FAQ entry.
Because I get weird e-mail.
And I’m kind of lazy.

So if you have burning questions that need answers, send them my way. I mean questions relating to me in some way. I do not know the meaning of life, so don’t ask.
Well, actually, I do. But if I told you, I’d have to kill you. Which would render the entire scenario moot.

I should have something no later than Saturday-ish. I have to pick really good ones and/or ones that I have clever and witty replies, that may or may not be wholly truthful, for.

And by “Saturday-ish”, I actually mean “Tuesday.”

I have a job!
I have a job!
I have a job!

So...Cousin #1. The one with “the smart daughter” and the pregnant, still married girlfriend? Well, okay, her divorce went through a few weeks ago. Whatever. They’re having a boy. And naming him with the same first name as my brother. They even plan to use the same nickname.

Go buy a baby name book. Make one up. Sheesh. Nobody in my family is creative. I used to like the names Creighton and Seton. Yes, both universities. Your point is? Anyway, my mom said she’d have me committed if I used those names. Mind you, I was in 7th grade, they sounded cool at the time and it was egg baby time. My egg babies were Creighton, Seton and...Jane. Oh, what? I couldn’t think of anything and my Home Ec teacher was exerting tremendous pressure on me.

Amusing side note: my Home Ec teacher’s name was Cherry Dickey. Yes it was.

Anyway, my two cousins who have kids have named them Brittany and Michaela.

But I’m the one threatened with committal. Yeah.

I have a mailbox full of e-mail that I've sent to myself. With little reminders in the "Subject" line. Like "ebay--japanese anime shirt" and "proper usage of epigone in sentence?"

Am I the only one who does this stuff? That was rhetorical, I don’t really want answers. Because I’ll feel like a dork.

Thought I’d share.

It has been cool and rainy here for a while. I actually broke out my pajama pants. Okay, they’re just sweatpants. Whatever. I couldn’t wear them though, I just couldn’t pack away my summer pjs. I have an unnatural fondness for my summer pjs--all of which have some sort of fruit on them. I don’t know if that means anything. And now it’s warm and sunny! Rock!

I went all postal this weekend on my mom and sister. I should not be proud of that, and I’m not, but I just lost it. Can’t remember exactly why, but it had to do with my brother (he was not there to witness this). Of course. I finally told Mom, in no uncertain terms, that I was here for only one year and then I would be transferring (hopefully out-of-state) and that I was not putting off anymore school and some other stuff. I think they were shocked that I had this huge outburst, first of all. I don’t get angry very often, I just don’t. And when I do, I normally sequester myself in my room. If I’m really mad, I scrub the bathroom. I don’t know why. It’s an Eibisch thing.

Anyway, they were shocked. Then, I think, they figured if it was enough to make me lose my temper, then it was important. And, for several days, they’ve been acting more like a mother and sister. So that’s good. Except now I’m chopped liver to the boy. But that’s okay. Especially because once he figures out who has all the gum, I’ll be cool again.

Currently Reading: The Red Tent by Anita Diamant

Listening To: the late, great Mr. Charles Hardin Holley

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Have a happy day!

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