I registered my domain yesterday:

www.meeshmellow.com

And I am paitently, though not so patiently, waiting to hear back from Moxie about the design. I think I might be moving over from Blogger to WordPress or Movable Type. I would like to be able to sort my posts by category and not by date. Anybody have a particular preference for these tools?

Back when I first started this blog, I really got into the html stuff and trying to make this look as good as possible. Now, I feel like I have outgrown my digs, but I don’t have the tools to build myself something better. I have liked, if not loved, almost all of the designs I have come across that are Moxie-made… I am so excited that I wished I had my site up and running RIGHT NOW! But I know that I need to have patience, yet another of the Adult On-set Aresenal of Functionality (AOAF).

Alright. Must get back to paper.

I came across this note that I jotted down in class a few months ago:

“We are not photosynthetic organisms. We must kill to live.”

My professor had a few bats flittering around up in her attic, but this is heavy man. HEAVY.

Dude. I want a new website. Anyone know any good web designers for me to go to? I am patiently communicating with Moxie, but they have a one day response rate, which is okay, but as I said Duuuu-uuude. I want a new website. And when I want a new website. I want it NOW! I also kind of want to price-shop. Because my adult on-set arsenal of functionality has taught me to be a smart shopper.

Porter and her fiance painted their kitchen red. However, it turned out more like dark pink. When asked when they were going to repaint it, here were the replies:

Porter: A.S.A.P. – as soon as possible.
Me: A.S.A.Y. – as soon as yesterday.
Porter’s Man: A.S.A.M.F.G.D.P.: as soon as mother explative, god explative, possible.

I guess he didn’t really like the dark pink.

These are the things I currently think I am addicted to:

1. Sugar
2. Caffeine
3. Procrastination
4. That 50 Cent song “Candy Shop”

Now I have been working REAL hard to beat down the first two addictions. I have lost 15 pounds doing it. I don’t know how I could EVER get that hooked on sugar.

I can do nothing about the procrastination. I will just ride the wave of “fuck it” until a wa ve of “I’m fucked” rolls in. Then I will start working again.

And the 50 Cent thing? I just hope that no one I knows reads this crap. I like the closet for my hip hop/rap montages.

I know that it is true that no matter how many times I check the Netflix site, it won’t tell me if the movies are going to be in my mail box tonight. But I will keep going back to my account and checking to see what is going on.

Okay… I do know… but really, it doesn’t matter. The best thing in the world happened yesterday: My boss called off the weekly meeting. This is what yesterday was like for me:

9:00 am: Sit down at my desk and open my paper. That is right folks, I didn’t check my email, read any blogs, or surf ANY of the internet.
9:15 am: Tried finding references for my introduction.
9:30 – 11:42 am: Wrote the best three paragraphs of my LIFE. WITH. REFERENCES.
11:43 am: Frantically tried to find Porter so that we could go to lunch.
12:00 – 1 pm: Sat at lunch with Porter and my sister, thinking how I only wrote THREE FUCKING PARAGRAPHS to my 2000000 page introduction (yeah – it is more like 7 pages) and that my meeting with my boss was at 2:30!
1 – 2:00 pm: Frantically cut and paste things around in the introduction, maybe made a few new sentences.
2:01 pm: Checked my email for the first time today. Saw an email from the boss saying that this week’s meetings were CANCELLED!
2:02 – 4:45 pm: Checked rest of email, read blogs, and surfed the internet until I decided I was going to go to the gym, which made me realize that I didn’t have my ID to get into the gym, which then resulted in me going to the DofV (local coffeeshop) to do a little crochetting then dropping off goods to the Salvo because I moved and have been carrying around this crap in my car for about 4 months now and it is about damn time that I get it out of my trunk…
4:45 – 6:30 pm: Play racquetball with my sister, who insists that I will make a good player even if I did hit her TWICE with the ball while returning her serves.

Lessons learned yesterday:

1. Dude, check your fucking email first thing in the morning, or you might try and bust out of your slacker-like natural state and try to actually get work done for a meeting that has been canceled! (just kidding)
2. Racquetball is hard.
3. MS stands for Machine Shop, which is where Porter lives these days.
4. Don’t forget your ID card, or it will just lead to more slacking.