2002-02-27 - 1:27 p.m.
Looking Forward to My Ten-Year Reunion

Well, I've started keeping an AD/HD-moments list. Maybe I'll post it here soon. God only knows if I'll remember to keep adding things to it, or if I'll have any clue where I saved it when my medical insurance kicks in May 1st. I wish they only had a one-month waiting period instead of three months, so I could get the talking-to-a-doctor part over with while it's all still fresh in my mind. Oh well. Such is life.

Speaking of, how messed up is Buffy's, still? Why is everyone so "aww, gimme a hug" to Riley on his visit? His nice-boy-ness had become definite louse material by the time he left the show last year. I did like Sam. But I wish they'd given more explanation of what Spike was trying to do with the eggs, and for heaven's sake, I wish they'd all give him just a little more respect. And I just about burst into tears when Buffy called him William. Poor Spike. The only time she treats him like a real man in their relationship is during the breakup! Never fear. I'm sure the writers will fix it before too much more time passes. Because, honestly. If they meant Buffy to end up with anyone else, or to end up with no-one, the season would have gone much differently. Riley wouldn't have come back married, or Spike would have been far more evil, or something. (I don't consider the guy Xanya are trying to set her up with as proper boyfriend material, thankyouverymuch).

Now that my irrational fan outburst is out of the way, how about another irrational outburst? We got the duplex! We got the duplex! We got the duplex! We got the duplex! We got the duplex! We got the duplex! We got the duplex! We got the duplex! We got the duplex! We got the duplex! We got the duplex! We got the duplex! We got the duplex! We got the duplex!

Hee. I trust you get the point? Azash and I went apartment shopping last week, since he gets his first monthly paycheck tomorrow, and I get paid that day as well. We found a really nice duplex in a quiet area of Salem that costs slightly less (rent-wise) than our old Tigard apartment, plus, where Tigard only paid the garbage utility, this duplex comes with water, sewer, garbage AND basic cable all paid for. Hurrah!

Tomorrow we go in to give the lady our deposit and arrange a move-in date. I am SO happy. I love my parents to death, but somebody will end up damaged if I share a house with Mom for much longer. Seriously. I just know she's sitting there at work today chewing over the fact that I haven't remembered to vacuum in a week and a half, and forgetting about all the other helpful stuff that I did remember to do. (And by the time I get home, I will have forgotten about the vacuuming yet again. Doh). And then Dad gets angry at me for getting Mom upset, and because Mom would rather ask Dad to do the chores I was supposed to do than remind me about them.

And d'you know what? When we moved home, I kept hearing all this stuff from Mom out of the corners of my ears ... bitch, bitch, bitch in "woe is me, I'm such a martyr" fashion about how hard they worked helping us move home and how they'd never do that again and how much stuff they had to shift aside to make space for us in our old rooms again. Never directly to me, but I heard her on the phone to her friends. And I kept assuring her we wouldn't be in their hair for more than a month or so. But yesterday, when I told her the good news about the duplex, she was all, "This isn't about not wanting to live with me anymore is it? I'm all sad now. I'm going to miss you guys so much!" *sigh*

Have you guys heard that new song on the radio, "No Such Thing" by John Mayer? It caught me by surprise the other day; I especially love the chorus, and the last verse. Here they are:

I want to run through the halls of my high school
I want to scream at the top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
just a lie you've got to rise above

I just can't wait for my ten year reunion
I'm gonna bust down the double doors
and when I stand on these tables before you
you will know what all this time was for

Anyway. I close with that. Have a fun day.
--Shell