I drove. :)

Yawn...
I may actually go to bed at a decent time tonight, i.e. in a few minutes. I was forced to get up at noon today, and I think I have to get up even earlier tomorrow, so sleep is necessary. And I would be heading to bed a whole hour earlier than last night.
All my cake is gone. Sigh, it had a fruitful existence, but I was sad to see it come to an end. Maybe I'll have to make another one for the Fourth. Or, ooh! Homemade chocolate chip cookies! Since I'm waaay better at baking cookies than Greg. :)
Speaking of Greg, his birthday present is driving me insane. Mostly because he won't tell me anything he wants, or more specifically, says he doesn't want anything. The scary thing is, I believe him. Still, the man is getting a present, and I WILL come up with something good. I hope. I am soooo easy when it comes to presents; so easy, in fact, that more than one person may get me the same thing. :) But I will not be discouraged; I will triumph.
Katie is defective. But so am I, to a small degree, and so is Greg, to a large degree. It's okay though. We're still all wonderful people.
I got a shirt today from AE. It had a roller rink logo on it. Yknow, I never did learn to rollerblade. I was a Roller Derby brand skater all the way. And they were far more feminine than those clunky black rollerblades. I was a lady even when I was seven. Prior to that, i wore those horrible blue and yellow Fisher Price training skates that were size-adjustable. Sigh. They made the weirdest noise. I learned to skate in my garage, going in circles with the cassette Yanni: Keys to the Imagination playing in the background. Those were the days. I still love that music, and I recognize it instantly when I hear it anywhere. Including the opening games of the last Winter Olympics. And yes, I caught Firebird in the opening games too. And Appalachian Spring, or maybe it was Rodeo, I'm not certain, but something by Copland. :)
Ok, now i definitely need sleep. More tomorrow.

So, my birthday has come and gone.
I got some good stuff, including the Classic Queen CD that I've meaning to get for about three years now, and the video of Ocean's Eleven, and the Irish Barbie, which completes my collection. Apparently I might get some other presents later; regardless, it was a nice, relaxing birthday, with my famous favorite cake which uses twowhole cans of chocolate frosting.
My room is moving along verrrry slooowly, but I'm getting some ideas from Changing Rooms. This is like Trading Spaces, but the British version, and about ten million times better. I have a few ideas, and they all involve paint.
I also like the change my blog is undergoing. Greg is being wonderful enough to help a very picky girl on this subject, and though it is also going slowly cause he's busy, I'm quite pleased with the way it's going, and the way it's going to be.
Aimee Osbourne is 18, not 19!! I keep reading articles that say she's nineteen, and in the same breath say she was born September something, 1983. Well, I may be on crack, but being as I was born June 11, 1983 and have just turned nineteen, I'm pretty sure that makes her only eighteen. Grumble, grumble.
The other night I was cleaning a bookshelf and managed to spray the cleaning stuff Greased Lightning right into my eye. As luck would have it, Stacey worked in an eye doctor's office when she lived in Nebraska, and she made me rise out my eye for fifteen minutes, which is longer than it sounds. Ouch. Not to mention the Ouch I got when I sprayed the stuff into the eye.
I saw the Making of the Video for "Papa, Don't Preach." It's cute. Has an interesting back story, or whatever. I don't know if I have the self-assurance to make an idiot out of myself like you have to for a music video. Maybe this should be a goal.
Hahaha, Katie is succumbing to the masses...
I need cake.

Felt like I should post, cause it is technically Monday now, and my birthday is (technically) tomorrow! :) I know, it's harder to get excited about these birthdays every year...but honestly, I'm far happier now than I was a few years ago, and I think in a way this is my New Years kinda thing. A way to say, whew, this past year has been rough, full of transition, but I'm pretty much through that stuff, and much calmer, happier. This time last year I totally could not handle the whole, removed mostly from what I know 2 states away thing. Granted, this might be easier since it's actually OUR house and full of only family members, but I do feel that I'm handling this whole thing much better (knock on wood). In any case, the tumultous first summer of being away from Florida is behind me, the messy first year of college has been survived (and how much nicer the next year will be without the first-year stuff!) and I now know how to deal with homesickness - for both homes. I know a lot of people are just now having to deal with the whole, I'm glad to be with my family but I miss my friends thing, but I've been dealing with that for a year already. Whew.
One thing that does suck: I never sign on til late at night, and hardly anyone's on then. Grumble grumble. For example, I was looking at an Osbournes message board and some guy on it looks strikingly like Denny, and who could I tell? No one. Sigh.
Some people have been good at updating their blogs and rescuing me from boredom. Others have not. Grrrr...
I do need to give my blog a face lift, but I can't figure out what I should do. Or maybe, what I should beg Greg to do. If he were willing to assist me. ^_^
I talked to the guys in IRC a few days ago. It was sort of nice to see that some things don't change. About twenty minutes after I had been in there, this guy grumbled, "Why does it take a girl to get an interesting conversation going?" Made me feel loved.
Speaking of feeling loved, I felt very warm and fuzzy on Saturday night. Got a surprise phone call, and the glow left from it has still not worn off. I also have a renewed desire to bake some chocolate chip cookies from scratch, but must...resist...temptation...will have...birthday cake...soon....enough.
I watched the Queen's Jubilee tonight. I am still a big fan of Queen, recognized Brian May's touch right away. And it was entertaining watching Ozzy. But the second half majorly slumped. One thing I did think was funny though: the day after this thing was advertised, Bush was quoted as saying we need to have a "Concert for America..." Sorry, I don't think he could get near the variety or sheer coolness of that show, even though it did take a downhill turn. One thing that was scary: the Beach Boys are getting old. So old that it's sad to watch them. :(
My sleeping habits are way screwy. Going by Florida time, I've been waking up at like 2:30 in the afternoon the past few days. Not very good. And obviously I've been staying up later as well. Thus, I think I should go and at least contemplate sleep. Bit of a nicer prospect, since for the first time in weeks I didn't have a stream of nightmares last night. :)

-the sweeping hand of censorship strikes fear in the hearts of honest men-

I WANT GOSSIP!
I'm quite isolated up here. But the above statement is not quite accurate. I want gossip. But I want pictures. I want to post pictures. I want to have my scanner hooked up, and post old pictures, and I want to take new pictures and post those. But I cannot take new pics if there's nothing going on. Thus, I have to see people. And I want to take video camera stuff too. Back when our video camera worked, we always had the thing rolling at everything. But after 5 years, it died, and now I'm suffering video withdrawl. If anyone comes up to see me this summer, bring a freaking video camera.
When my sister Krista had short hair, I had loooong hair. Now she has the long hair, and mine's short. Go figure.
Soho looks like Sesame Street. I want to eat at Mr. Hooper's store.
I want to be able to farspeak. I had a dream the other night where I could, and I was communicating with my cat. Since this was the night my cat slept on my bed and I kept drifting out of sleep cause I was afraid of rolling on her, I thought my dream was real. Sigh.
I STILL don't have furniture. But now I have seen furniture that might be okay. Progress is being made slowly. The thing is that so much of the furniture was destroyed in storage that most rooms don't have enough, and the house doesn't have linen and hall closets so we're trying to find other ways to store stuff. Strangely, other rooms are first on the priority list, like the living room, family room, bathroom, and kitchen. Go figure. But they claim the house'll be done by July. We'll see.
In this house we might actually have pictures - that is, photo-type pictures - on the walls. Scary thought. We haven't done that since I was like ten. Lots of little Jills and Staceys and Kristas and Melissas and baby Maries on the walls. Eeeek.
My birthday is in one week! Well, less technically, since it's now really Wednesday, I guess. This will be possibly the quietest birthday ever, but I'm still excited. Birthdays do that. Woo woo!

Hmm....see below quiz results...
And I ask, where is the love? I'm supposedly a dream girlfriend...this better be appreciated. :)
Krista and Jim were here this weekend, but they've left now. However, we do get to keep a certain very cute, lovable bundle of goodness for a week...and his little cars, and his Mr. Bear (both of them) and so on. But he is absolutely Adorable, with a capital A. He tried all afternoon to stack two bouncy balls, and finally accomplished this by wedging them between the back of the couch and a window, and when he managed this he squealed and clapped and did a little baby dance of sheer joy. Cute cute cute.
Today before Jim and Krista left we went to Lumpy's. 50"s diner goodness. It was to celebrate Krista, Melissa, Jim, and Marie's birthdays, since they're all in May and that was the first time the family could get together. Baby + Red Velvet Cake = Big Mess. Sigh.
I watched the season 3 finale of The Sopranos tonight. It was so-so, but quite possibly the next season will be better. I hope. Now my family's watching Six Feet Under, which I understand is very good but I wasn't able to watch it this season. Oh well.
I need to buy a Cosmo. I haven't in a few months and this month looks interesting.
It seems I've gotten older. I don't quite know how to explain it. The gap between my sister's ages and mine is the same, but it seems I keep getting older and they remain the same. Maybe it's cause they've been in their twenties since I was like 13, and they still are in their twenties for the most part, but now...I almost am too. One day in a year or so I will be lumped into that twentysomething demographic like all the cast of Friends..and my sister, who was 16 when I was eight. And it's more than that. I'm not treated like the younger sister now, or the fresh-out-of-high-school kid, or even the fresh-into-college-kid. I'm now considered one of the Older Girls and not floating in that space between Krista and Marie that I occupied for most of my life.
This time last year I was still living in that condo for a few weeks before heading up to Tennessee for the summer. That seems like ages ago.
I got a new rose quartz necklace the other day. This one's a little unusual, not the plain bit of quartz on a chain. Matches my new pink watch.
I've been reading the first of those Milieu books. Love em still. If Casey still has the rest of them he'd better bring them up. Please. :)
I saw Run Lola Run again today. If I do get a PS2 for my birthday, that is one of the first DVDs on my list. I just like it; it makes me warm and fuzzy. ^_^
Pretty soon we're gonna watch Harry Potter - Marie's insisted - so I'd better head out.