So yes. A pulse I still maintain.


Things are good on my end. Really, really good I have two jobs, one waitressing (which I would do without if I could. It's a paycheck.) and one at a local icecream stand serving tasty treats all day long.

Hint for those of you who are looking for that dream job (minus the pay): no one, and I mean no one, is grumpy when they come for icecream. I <3 my job. Iz da best!


My grandmother, after having gone through heart failure for the past three years, finally passed as of January of this year. We had our time, and it was better for us all since we were taking care of her and it was a challenge on all of us. But she was family, and that's what you do for family. We had our time, and we're okay.

But her house stands empty, and at an offer from my parents for a starter home between school and a real job, I've taken them up on it. Though, alas, the property has no chance of high-speed net beyond a dish which I cannot afford, I will have a full house to myself which has a central air unit, free natural gas heating and cooking, a KITCHEN (OMG that word just almost makes me die of excitement right there) a small room to PAINT in!!!(which I've never had before beyond a table in the garage here every so often), a fire place (natural gas also) and some ten acres to scheme all my evil plots on.

I've been working, therefore, putting every spare moment I have into cleaning the place and getting it organized the way I want it to be. I am SO excited to be moving in soon, and when I start student teaching in the fall I can kiss the dorms goodbye and stay in my nice, cozy new home. It's not technically mine, but as for the work and the layout, I'm making it as much mine as I can to make myself at home. I've been weeding flowerbeds, washing walls, washing cupboards, washing floors, washing bedsheets (anyone seeing a pattern here?), sparying hornets nests that have taken to the crevices outside, and overall making certain that all the things that hadn't been taken care of due to time restraints and other priorities while my grandmother lived there finally get the TLC they deserve. For those of you who have moved into a new house before, know I sympathize, and this is why they invented alcohol. If you have never attempted so yet...

I'd be asking for directions to the nearest State Store (Yes. PA is anal about our booze. Walmarts, alas, are boozeless.)

Someday, you'll understand.