Random thoughts

I just got done reading the article on Entertainment Weekly's website where they interviewed Daniel Radcliffe on his thoughts of The Deathly Hallows. It's strange to think that it was only a week ago that I had started reading it.

This last week has felt like a month. That statement is like a coin, one side is wonderful and the other side is depressing. I am eager to go back to work, this week had no big events (at least no fun ones) so I am ready to get back into a routine. I hope the kids remember who I am on Monday. That is what I love the most about my job. I know that I have said it before-- but so what- on the days when I come in during lunch they shout out my name and do a little chant. One of the children will shout Sarah! then a chorus joins in 'Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!' I try to play it off and quiet them down, but I secretly love it. I love my Cheers/Norm moment of the day. I need to remind myself of the good things about my job- which are lots of things really.

I have been doing lots of organizing this week- trying to tame my pack rat ways. I just have too much shit. When I get a new place, an actual house in perhaps less than a year- I will make sure I have plenty of storage room. I want a cozy feel to my living space not a cluttered one. I am already planning on having my own room devoted to 'artistic endeavours' Having a laundry room? And not that I think there are any great places to have Hella's litter box- but a house has to provide more places than what I have. Having a bathroom that isn't the size of a closet- a janitor's broom closet that is. My current bathroom is terrible. My tub and toilet are contained in a room together with a door separating the sink and linen closet. The space in front of the toilet is all I get. I get claustrophobic when I shut it.




Alright I'm going to stop bitching about my apartment. I think I'm falling out of love with it. All it's little quirks aren't cute anymore. In fact, now I'm thinking about how much I hate my kitchen. Just a straight line- no square- just a row. I hate it. The generations of occupants have left the cabinets coated with a grease I have tried in vain to remove. I open the cabinet before I plan on getting something or putting something away and wash my hands and go about my business. I would rather spend an extra hundred a month than have to live in such squalor. I got so steamed up about it that I decided to take some pictures. I like that in one of the bathroom pictures you can see my toilet seat that I haven't yet installed. It is the cheapest one from Wal-Mart and it is replacing one of it's kin. I really didn't bother straightening up anything for the pictures- sorry.



Anyway- I'm really trying to think of a future place. I'm sure I'll develop the same feelings after a while, but I need to get a new place. I'm so sick of white walls I could puke. I'm in a ranting mood. I think watching 'Running With Scissors' put me in it. I never had attempted to read the book before- and I'm kind of glad- because I don't think I would have enjoyed it. It was the seventies and you had a narcissistic and psychotic mother, bfd. There is something about those kind of movies that leave you feeling dirty and empty. I didn't feel anything deep- just used.

For fun news-

I'm planning a party for the High School Musical 2 premiere in August. I found a book the other day at Shopko that I grabbed. I'm bringing up to Brookings tomorrow to go over it with Taylor. I think I'm more excited about the party planning than the actual movie- but oh well.

I also watched 'The Nativity' and the end of Season 3 of Deadwood last night. I also read The Ice Queen by Alice Hoffman. I'm still not certain how I felt about it.

Seeing all this typed up I realize that I need to just get out of my apartment