Don't know what I would have done without that ice cream

So, Atonement is basically the saddest most depressing movie I have ever seen. My day was going splendidly. Upwards of 90 degrees, got to go shopping for new work clothes, went to the pool for a few hours, got some sun and swim time, made an amazing shrimp alfredo and green bean dinner and hung out with Noelle. We decided to end the night with a Redbox movie and ice cream. Well, we had both heard that the movie was really good [which it was], but literally left me so depressed that I didn't even want to move off the couch.

So, if you ever are in the mood for something REALLY and I mean UNEARTHLY sad, go see Atonement.

Ladies and Gentlemen:

I HAVE A NEW JOB!!!!

A quick anecdote from my time at the house so far

Alright. I've got 18 out of 25 pages written for tonight, so this is going to be a short post.
Herein is the tale of how we had a small infestation of ants, and how I conquered them.

A few weeks back, [maybe, oh, two?] Tina decided to bring her cat here to live with us. Now, while I'm all for cats, this brought about several problems. First of all, she was not happy to be here and so 92% of the time all she did was wail, but more importantly, a colony of ants got a whiff of her food and broke into our house. I suppose "broke in" would not be as accurate as "crawled in through one of the many cracks in the wall."

Anyway, Tina tried several solutions including ant traps and putting the food up higher, but it did no good.

A few days later and up until about two days ago, the ants began coming into our kitchen from the kitchen door to the outside, and started eating our trash. Little buggers.

Well, long story short, the cat is no longer with us and the trash sits in a tall cabinet. Bingo. No more ants in my pants...let's dance.

The Flea Market is Magical...if you have money

And fortunately my brother and I did.

So today I went back to my home church and things were way different. Come to find out now BOTH my parents are in the choir, and the whole service has been revamped! Well, at least the music. It was great! Anyway, I went home and had a nice lunch, then almost went to the pool with mom, but decided to go to the video game sale at the flea market with Derek at the last second. Ahhh the amazing junk people are willing to throw away. I even got to haggle! We walked away with 6 movies and 2 XBOX 360 games [which apparently go for about $50 each] for about 40 bucks. not bad, eh?

Anyways, since it was about infinity degrees outside Derek and I then decided to go over to Locopops. And let me tell you, it's loco alright. But only because they sell them at $2.00 a pop! (pun intended). And they weren't even that good! Seriously, either I need to pick a new flavor, or I'm just gonna go buy a gallon of ice cream.

Good news: I have a bed coming Tuesday! HA! No more sleeping on the floor for me :D
Bad news: I have 30 pages also due Tuesday. Good thing it's all made-up stuff from my head :D

I love summer.

Raleighwood--post apocolyptic?

Okay. So I am officially so bored and sleepless that I decided to make a blog. Or maybe it's that I am just so jealous of all my friends who are overseas that I thought I would feel better about sticking around Raleigh if I followed suit and created a blog to scribe all the little events of my summer. I mean, why would anyone ever want to be roaming the streets of Italy, mountain biking down the hills of Germany, making friends with the indigenous peoples of Argentina or chillin' in the Igloos in the northernmost part of the country when she could be job-hunting and housekeeping in Raleigh?

I'm not complaining. I love our house, ghetto as it may be with its outdated plumbing and heating systems, painted-over electrical outlets and doors that don't even fit their frames anymore. But really, there is a certain fun to it, a certain inexplicable joy that comes about when you hear the creaking of the stairs as you ascend them, every single word of the passers-by outside through the missing window slats and the water as it drains from the kitchen sink into the degenerate pipes below.

I've been biking everywhere. I'm pretty sure there isn't a better neighborhood ITB...and our house is at the very bottom of the hill. Now this is great for coming BACK from class, the store, etc. But going up is a slightly different story. I've passed on the Diamondback to whichever roommate needs a bike to get wherever she's going, so that means beasting up the the hill as fast as possible on the Peugeot. Once you get past it the rest of Raleigh isn't so brutal. In fact there have been many a pleasant day/night for bike riding...there are hardly any cars whatsoever and campus is especially fun.

I won't bore with every detail of my summer so far in just one post, but there have been several quite hilarious instances so far of note. Going to lake park to get Anne's bike, having our door banged on at 9am, clearing out a colony of ants...perhaps I'll share in detail in a post or two to come. But for those of you looking to stalk, or those of you who genuinely care (now there is a fine line) pretty much my days so far this summer go like this....

1) wake up and say goodbye to Anne who goes for a run at 930 am (...crazy woman.)
2) make a real breakfast in my real kitchen with eggs, toast, cereal, fruit, and whatever else I desire)
3) check craigslist for bike, free stuff, job ads, and pets
4) watch the price is right
5) go on a bike ride/turn in job applications
6) come back and do homework (if you can call screenwriting "homework")
7) do random errands or chores
8) go to class (I love screenwriting!)
9) come back and make dinner/hang out with the housemates or other friends
10) repeat step 3
11) go to bed

And there you have it. Hopefully that list will change, vary day to day, mix itself up, etc once I get a job. More on the job hunt later. My eyes and brain are starting to burn from being awake so long. And I'm feeling rather cynical today. Probably due to the fact that when I got home from dinner tonight I caught the end of Pride and Prejudice on our tv and stupid old Mr. Darcy there being all perfect making his real life counterparts look pretty bad. ATTENTION MALES: take a lesson from Mr. Darcy. Yes, he's flawed. No, he wasn't good enough for Elizabeth. But he didn't give up. He stepped up to the plate. He kept at it. He manned up. He didn't wuss out. He didn't quit halfway through. He...
oh dear this blogging thing could be dangerous.

There are "better than make-out" cookies in my kitchen and there better still be 7 when I wake up tomorrow or Santa is getting a very nasty letter.