Flip Floppy

First I wanted to be a journalist, then I wanted to be an anthropologist, now I want to be on the radio???

MAKE UP YOUR MIND, REBECCA!

P.S. I took a bunch of pictures of the new house, I'll upload/email them upon request.

Workin' Blogs!

As much as I really, really, hate the house, I'm warming up to it. I guess as more of our stuff starts to overflow out of every room it starts to feel a little like a new home. But only a little. I am mostly excited because I have the opportunity to paint it and match furniture in my room the way I want. So...I'm flipping through the Ikea handbook for ideas because yes, I am that unoriginal.

It's got me thinking about what I'm supposed to do with my future. Kind of. Okay that was a bit of a lie, I'm not really thinking about it. I only think about it after I watch Forgetting Sarah Marshall and then I know I'm supposed to move to Hawaii. That movie keeps trying to change my life!

My one-year anniversary with Zack is quickly approaching. If you know me, I don't keep track of anniversaries, so when I was reminded that this month was our one-year I got a little weirded out. Since when do I stay in a relationship for this long? He is working at Apple Spice now too, so for all you people who thought I didn't see him enough...here you go.

I am starving.

Here is a list of things I have said about my new room:
> Now I know how Harry felt.
> But at least Harry had a door...
> Movin' to the crawlspace.
> I wonder if I'll miss the sun...
> Is this a shower?? No...it's a dead body storage facility.
> Is this a laundry chute? A dumbwaiter? No...another dead body storage facility.
> You know, if I need something from the closet in the other room I can just reach through the wall and get it!
> I hope a hand doesn't pop out of that hole in the night.

There's more, but that's all I can think of. I have to go do some work now.