Future Roommate. That is what I shall call her until it actually happens. (because there's a good chance i'll scare her off before then.)

Sometimes I lie in bed at night, and it's late and my brain is just moving at a mile a minute and nothing can make it stop short of a bullet or writing whatever it is running around in there down on some paper.

Which is why you will always find a pen/pad near my bed at all times.

(and you will find me quite perturbed if someone moves it. mom.)

Last night was a night like any other, but instead of having sultry romance novels fly through my brain (I swear I'd make Big $ if I'd just learn how to daydream AND type at the same time) I was thinking about school and the Big Move and my new super cool Future Roommate.

(i figure she's got to be introduced sometime, so why not at 2am and with a cat trying to compete with the pen for my attention?)

I guess it's as official as official can be without a contract in blood secret handshake pinky swear.

Her name is Robin and I'm pretty sure she is my soul mate my twin taken at birth normal. She had me at Frou Frou.

(those of you who don't get that reference, don't worry. that is why you are not my roommate.)

Anyhow, Robin and I have been chatting back and forth via FaceBook for about a week now. I've learned some very important things about her that include but are not limited to:

1. She lives in Illinois. Which I've been told is a very cool place (Yay Karen and Mark! More reasons for me to visit!). And they also wear knitted stuff there, so that's awesome.

2. She majored in journalism before deciding to jump ship for whore island a career that leaves you covered in shit vet school in the Caribbean.

3. She likes to swear. Which is pretty much awesome because I like to swear. A lot.

I can just see us now, two hot chicks kickin it on SMB (that's SEVEN MILE BEACH bitches!) on a Sunday afternoon sounding like a couple of Turrets victims because there is no alcohol.

What?! What was that?

Um, yeah. Seems for all it's awesomeness (did you get that memo about a SEVEN MILE BEACH?! it's in your TPS report.) this island basically shuts down at midnight Saturday and all day Sunday.

Boo.

Okay, back to my FR. Despite how stoked I am at the thought that at least one person will (hopefully) laugh at my jokes, I can't help but be trepidacious about this union. I mean, we did meet on FaceBook. It's like the eHarmony for schoolmates. For all intents and purposes, we're internet daters. And we all know how that works out. One of us is a pervy old man and the other a prepubescent child.

I mean, for all I know (and despite all appearances) this girl could end up being totally......normal.

That would kinda suck.

But something tells me this is gonna work out.

(and by the way, this entire post was written on a napkin at my bedside with a fairly annoying cat bumping my writing arm. you are allowed to show your envy, MacGyver.)

25 Random Blah Blah Blahs.

So I totally got sucked into filling out this silly spam mail thing on Facebook, and never thought to post it here. But since I spent time on writing it, and it's got some amusing points, I figured copying it over here for those not attuned to Facebook would only be proper.

Enjoy! :)
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Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because you're cool. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise.

Note:...if you don't understand, please don't try. you'll only wind up in a world of hurt surrounded by the shattered remains of your unanswered questions.

1. I hate all email forwards and silly bulletins like this one.
2. I'm addicted to living outside the states. I cannot wait for my next adventure, whatever that may be.
3. I find close-minded people sad and uninteresting. I really hate being around people who cannot find beauty in the world.
4. When I change the volume on the TV and the volume control gives me a number I have to put it at an even number or a multiple of 5.
5. I love to drive fast, although I have a healthy enough fear of what could happen to keep me from doing it most of the time. I would love to get on a racetrack someday.
6. I overthink most everything in my life. My imagination is such that I can pretty much visualize in great detail any potential outcome for a decision or event. This leads to an incredible amount of anxiety over pretty much every aspect of my life.
7. I love NYC. Whenver I go there, something inside me just screams with excitement and happiness. I don't know if I could ever live in the city, but my heart gets very sad if I can't visit at least once a year.
8. I am thirty years old, single, childless, jobless, schoolless, moneyless, etc.etc. And yet my life is very full because I have a wonderful family and friends in the world who love me.
9. When I was 8 I got to meet Shamu. Back then you could go down to the stage and actually meet him. When I was picked, I was standing beside him and the lady asked me to kiss his tongue. I politely said into the mike (in front of the entire stadium) "No thank you. Mouths are full of germs." I think I might have kissed his nose.
*Note: WTF were those people thinking asking an 8-year-old to stick her head in a Killer Whale's mouth for anyhow?!
10. I like writing. There are so many things that run through my head, especially when I'm alone in the quiet, it's nice to get it out for other people to deal with. I would love to write a book someday.
11. Sometimes I think my brain doesn't quite work right.
12. I have a huge passion for knitting. It is a craft that allows me to sit for hours and not be able to think (see #6). It is also a craft that allows me to take a simple ball of yarn and quickly turn it into something amazing.
13. I am addicted to blogs. Not just writing my own (see #10), but also reading other people's. I think blogs allow us to share with people that everyone has a little Basket Full O Crazy inside - makes me feel not quite so alone. Plus you get to see a little deeper into a person.
14. Stemming off #13, I read people very well. Usually it only takes me one meeting to know whether I will remain friends with someone, and whether they are someone I can trust. I have, on occasion, been fooled...but that is the risk in getting to know people!
15. I am foolishly and irrevocably romantic. Despite my misgivings and occasional comments to the contrary, I eventually want to settle down, kids, white fence, and all that crap. I just think I'm a little too selfish for that right now. And there's no rush.
16. When I sit down to dinner, I automatically put my napkin in my lap and line up my silverware according to height in straight lines. Occasionally throughout the meal I will straighten my place setting so that everything sits at right angles and looks balanced.
17. I used to be an interior designer. I loved the creativity of the field, hated the restrictions of the clients.
18. I love people: watching them, working with them, meeting them, finding out about them. Everyone is just so unique, and yet very much the same.
19. I love learning. I simply cannot get enough knowledge. Just seems sometimes my learning goes awry (see #11).
20. I have a million books. No, really, I just moved them all into storage. I swear it's like a million, maybe two. Saying I love to read is a general understatement. It's more of an addiction.
21. When I read paperbacks, I break the binding in equal sections. I like symmetry.
22. My entire freshman year in high school I wore nothing but 70's style clothing. I would call it a fad, but it wasn't. I just liked bell bottoms.
23. I love to sing in the car. I turn the music up as loud as I can take it and scream out the lyrics.
24. I am a classic only child. Enough said about that.
25. I used to eat paste. And I liked it.

Today we salute you Mr. Stressed Out Vet Student.

Hee hee. One of my classmates posted this on Facebook and I just had to share with those of you back home. Quite cute....but more so scarily true.

From Meg:

Today we salute you Mr. Stressed Out Vet Student during finals week. As you sit in your lonely cubicle in the library, doped up on Red Bull and adderall, you think to yourself, will I ever really to need to know this stuff in real life? The distractions are tempting and you have just diagnosed yourself with ADD, advanced delusional schizophrenia ... read more and involuntary narcissistic rage. By now you know exactly what everyone else is doing because you have checked your Facebook 800 times. Break is just days away, and your Prozac prescription will be in tomorrow. So crack open an ice cold Carib you Academic Warrior, because you’ll be spending break in Rehab.