This is the blog entries where I sit and wallow in introspection and discuss those things that mean the most to me: The Moosey restraunt with the soup, family ties, writing, and my period.

First, because it’s the most soap-opera-ish of the bunch, the family ties. I’ll keep it brief. My stepmother lives about a half hour away from my sister now. We found this out on Tuesday. While it means nothing to my day to day life. She will never be welcome in my house, it does irk me. I was happy in Florida, if for no other reason, that my stepmother would never be down there. And at the time, I knew my father would also never make a trip to the land of swampwater and misquitoes (and killer sunsets, amazing trees, and the best flowers known to man). I’m hedging a little on the father issue, but that’s for another blog post. Anyway, my stepmother, who seems to have forgotten her transgression against me and my siblings, wants to spark up a new, shiny relationship with my sister. I don’t begrudge Lex that opportunity, but I warned her to be cautious. So did our Mom. For now, it really doesn’t rattle my cage. I’m bothered that she’s just hours from my house, but if she ever showed up, I would slam the door in her face. I’ll never regret moving here. I’m grateful for every sunny day (I saw Mt. Hood on the way to work, skirted in clouds, and it made me very happy), for my friends here, for the relaitonships I’m building and those that I am now closer to. Nothing will ever change that, not even people from my past that I wish would dissappear.

The Blue Moose, my favorite veggie restraunt in Portland, is reopening today! wh00t! SOUP! I’m into comfort food, and D and I love the place because it’s homey and welcoming. And they always have good food. But with the fire they had back in March, they’ve been closed all this time. So, when I was sick - no Moosey. When I was sad - no Moosey. Today I am tired, but I still get Moosey. Yay!

I am still playing ketchup with the writing thing. I have a HUGE deadline - like the end one for the fucking semester, next week and I want to get everything finished ON time, with some kind of skill. I turned back in my project approval chapters. If they aren’t approved, then….I think I held back a term. Which would offically blow, but what are you going to do? So, if you want to talk to me in the next 2 weeks, send a messenger pigeon. Although, D has been BEGGING me to see Ironman, and C&B want to see it as well. I got voted off the “that’s a cheesy movie” island. So, we will see it this weekend.

I still think  it’s going to be crap. But D’s just waiting for me to eat my words.

I was going to talk about my period, and the size of pads now, but I think I should actually get to work. I’ll rant about the forehead-sized pads laster.

Mmm…coffee.