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[tarotgal]

Came home from work today and crashed. Slept for 3+ hours and then had to drag myself up out of bed to eat and watch Big Brother. Then I spent the night teaching my sister how to download & use AIM, and then loading up the van. She's off to college tomorrow for the first time (we're all a little nervous for her!) and the van's packed full. It's only an hour or two away (the "or two" being when there's bad traffic) and if she doesn't like it it's not like she has to stay. I know she's going to miss her friends but with the [crappy] MySpace thing and AIM she'll have no problem staying in touch. And she'll enjoy herself there, I know. I'm excited to see her dorm room- I hear she really lucked out and got the handicapped room with its own bathroom and HUGE space accomodations. Lucky her. *is terribly jealous* But, you know, it's just not college if you don't end up with miserable living conditions you eventually learn to adore, right?

ANyhoo... I need to be up in 7 hours for the drive. Sister's out with friends still. LOL


*makes mental note* I need to call my doctor tomorrow about my prescription that's running out, and I need to take my car in and get it realigned or something. It shakes a lot when I drive it. It's ALWAYS shaken a lot but now it's really bad. I drove my boss' daughter to the swimming pool today and even she noticed it a little. LOL I'm just used to it, but I know about all that tire damage stuff and all so I need to take it in. But I also need money. Gah. I need a proper job, I really do.

Okay. Enough with the rambling. Oh! My mouth/tooth's been 100% fine ALL DAY today. Dunno what the weekend was all about but I'm fine now. Excellent.

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[vatergrrl.livejournal.com]

I guess I do not have good luck *at all* when it comes to dorms, as I was always in one of those "prison cell" rooms. Okay, so there was one semester when I had a double room all to myself, but that was after the previous semester's answering the phone and lying to my homesick hobag's morose boyfriend, telling Mr. Sad-sack, "Oh, I think Cindy just stepped out with some girlfriends. I'll be sure to tell her you called, though," even though I knew she was out getting it on with some not-so-hottie in our dorm and then retreating to the showers to moan orgasmically (no lie -- my friend and I avoided the bathroom when we knew she'd be in there, or we would have p'd ourselves laughing).

I'll keep my fingers crossed that your sister has a better experience in her ultra-plush dorm digs. :)