Apartment Life

I moved into my apartment a few days ago, and got the internet set up yesterday. Wow. It's rather weird living in an apartment, because all I'm used to is a decent-sized house or a small dorm room shared with two other people. Somehow, moving back to Flagstaff has messed with my sleeping. I'm going to bed at 10:00pm, and waking up at 6:30am. No idea why. Except for this morning, apparently. Woke up, blissfully, at 8:00.  Why am I boring you with these minute details about my sleeping habits/  I'm not totally sure either, except for the fact that i'm writing down whatever pops into my head. How lucky for you.

I just walked about a half mile north, and found a self-serve yogurt shop that just opened. I spoke to two employees for a while, and we got along great. So hopefully I'll have a job there by next week or the week after. Alright, on to more applications. Weeeeeeeee.

Influence

I've been hanging out with DJ for too long. Top Gear, British accents, and enough chocolate to put someone into an insulin-induced shock. And water. Lots of water. Hidden inside a water bottle.
DJ, feel free to dump as much water as possible on Nancy's head.
synchronized high-fiveing should be an Olympic event.

My sister wants to play Slender. Whatever you say, Nancy.....

Concentrati-OOH, SHINY!!

Stuff to do. packing, resume-writing, application completing.
Nope, I'm just going to procrastinate on 9gag and facebook all day. Hope that's ok.

Journal of Everything Educational

Teddy's Root Beer is the most amazing Root Beer I've ever tasted. Absolutely incredible.

I'm going to start carrying around a small notebook of everythingand anything I learn, of all types of subjects. be it actually school-related, or not. Hopefully this will actually help me remember everything that I learn, as it will be read, processed, re-written in my own words first on the notebook, then again, on here. Or depending on if I learn something from the funness that is Stumbleupon, the processed information will be spewed out on here first, then the notebook. I'll also write down the book/link where i found the information, so you're free to check the sourse and comment on my thoughts and views on whatever subject I share. For the sake of the potential younger readers, and my mother, the more questionable subjects will be kept to the notebook. Those of you who know me personally can just grab the notebook out of my purse (if you're brave enough) and go from there.
Let the learning begin!

And Now I know.

I figured out why it's stupid to get romantically involved with someone you know you will never see again. You and the other party will not speak for months at a time, and when you do speak, it will be an accusation similar to "So you won't talk to me now?" I'm sorry for not talking to you, but I thought it was you not talking to me. Please excuse my misunderstanding.

On a separate note, I've been watching a lot of Castle recently, and reading Castle's books. (Yay for ghost writers!!) The T.V. show is amazing, and the lead character Kate Bekket has become one of my role-models. Yes, I know she's a fictional character. However, that fictional character is a strong, independent, sarcastic, quick-witted, takes-no-b.s. kinda girl, and I look up to that.

Nancy is playing La Folia. Actually, playing is too generous a word. She's butchering some rythems, and puts absolutely no emotion into her playing, and cuts the notes WWAAYY too short. She should be playing fiddle music, not classical. I don't think Nancy understands the whole "emotion in music" thing. She scoffs at the idea of music being moving, or putting your soul into what you're playing. Not good for classical, and ESPECIALLY not good for La Folia. It hurts to listen.\

Where are my headphones?
Oh yea, they're missing.  They were missing for a good 2 weeks, then I found them, and not one hour later, were missing again. >.<
UPDATE: Just did a quick search. Found my headphones exactly where I left them. Just goes to show you can find anything when you have a strong enough motive.

My sister is now playing Toontown. We used to play about 5-ish years ago, so playing again is bringing back a whole lot of nostalgia. Aahhhhh, the music. She keeps using the WASD keys to move, and pressing the SHIFT button to sprint. Too much Skyrim.