Haha I never noticed that before! That's kinda funny... My sister calls me Elizabeth, and I call her Jane. From Pride and Prejudice. Did I mention that I love Pride and Prejudice? And I echo Link. What's disappointing?
Because I'm cool like that. Haha, Facebook is now more fun. Instead of becoming a fan of pages, you "like" them, so there's some pretty dirty stuff you can do now. xD
Ah, facebook. Sometimes on my fake one, I become a fan of things purely to piss people off. I enjoy it.
"XXXXX XXXXXXXX likes YOU." Aww. I feel loved... Anyhoo, I'm going to head off for the night. Early night for me.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Our apartment is unpacked. Everything is put away. I threw all the boxes and trash away. I swept, vacuumed, and cleaned. EVERYTHING IS DONE. Well...except laundry. But I was beginning to feel like we would never finish unpacking. And it's done!
I got up roughly an hour or so ago. My brain didn't once shut off while I slept. Those dreams, were so freaking weird, I don't even know how to start explaining them.
Weird dreams are especially entertaining. I have them all the time and thoroughly enjoy them...even though I have died more than once in them before. Creepy I guess, but still way cool. =/ haha
These involved a head boss the size and shape of an ant, his brother whom i killed with scissors and bagged for DNA testing for a fetus inside a friend, a giant fire igniting the front of the yard's nicely cut bushes due to an electrical problem, and the family having to leave the house through the back, down this back dirt path while it was snowing, only to come to a large black tar pit we had to walk through while holding hands, hoping no one would get stuck and drown. Aaaand that would be when I woke up.
I received this package from an aunt. It's supposed to be a care package, but honestly it seems to just be canned goods she doesn't want. Also, considering I don't eat nearly this much, the only way i'm going to get through this box is if i some how acquire Matter Eater Lad's abilities. Done venting now.
I received a care package today that included two cans of sardines. That's right, it's time to infuriate everyone else on the floor. =]
I don't receive care packages, but Joel's mom likes to unload food on us that she will never eat. Her refrigerator is full right now. Full. For one person. She cooks way too much, and then she gives all the leftovers to us, all the while knowing that we won't eat it. Why don't you just buy less groceries and then donate the rest that you would have spent to starving children?
That was the worst can of sardines I have ever had...I guess I deserved that. But at least I stuck the can in a kids freezer on the other end of the hall. =] I'm going to be attacked tomorrow morning...