Huh. I have the left half of my head braided as I'm halfway through, and Jenna just walked in and remarked, "wow, that's very Norse goddess-like." Funny, it's not even a first, really. Of all the things you could be compared to...

I didn't really think I'd had Windows XP running on my computer long enough to get used to it, but I find I'm still surprised that I have to go to the bother of downloading things like Winzip. Eh, I druther not deal at all.

We got the new IRC channel started last night. #beyond. It's not working badly at all yet. It's exactly what we intended: not seclusionary or elitist in terms of membership, but still kept clean and neat and actually *useable*. And even people who can sometimes lead to...uncomfortable things in the main channel are good to talk to in here. I know we planned on nine ops, but I can never remember all of them. Rabs, Ivy, Kyree, Spatch, myself.... Kes? Annenayne? Uh. We had this all worked out, but I've not a clue now. But it's good, because it isn't working out as a power flaunting concept, but rather using us as the modelsl to steer the channel by. Ending sentences with prepositions is something up with which I will not put.

We really need to straighten up more. I keep putting in touches here and there, especially in the kitchen, but Jenna and I seem loathe to tackle our bedroom, and it shows. Yargh. I just don't have any place to put things, though. I live here, sort of, but I have little space in the closet as yet, and I have only desk drawers. It's almost impossible for me to actually be organised this way.

So I spoke to my mother today. This is the second time in a matter of months that she's ended up having something important of mine without telling me. Earlier she was demanding I find the title to the Ford Taurus I had been using in high school so that we could donate it to charity. She had it. I hadn't had it for at least a year, I think. Today she asked if having my passport would help with my ID issues. It's expired, but I said that yes, I thought it actually would be helpful, however since I didn't know where to ask her to look anymore I didn't think it was much use to ask. She says, "oh, I have it." Uhhhh. Am I supposed to specifically ask what of my possessions you've taken? I didn't keep these things in public places, either, which leads me to believe she just goes through my drawers indiscriminantly. I can't even bother being angry anymore, because it's just too bloody annoying.

In any case, I can now guarantee I'm never sending my birth certificate back to her. Or anything else. You'd think that by twenty one we could bloody trust me not to do anything too stupid to bear. Mind, she sent me my birth certificate without too much hassle. It's just that I received it and it had a post it note on it saying, "this is the real thing - DO NOT LOSE." *Sigh*

Dad has been talking about visiting me at some point in the future. I'd be really happy with that. Maybe we could spend a day in the Smithsonian or something like that. He also asked if he should take up down, rather, my monitor if he came. I said definitely. If he could get that, my printer, my MIDI and my piccolo, I'd be in super shape for not having to go back home ever.

We've run out of conditioner. I put moisturiser in my hair today instead. I think as a result it has not dried completely, and it has been roughly twelve hours. I think this counts as a sign that I can't make due.

I ought to be asleep already. I always pretend to my roommates that I'm not staying up because of them, but honestly I just can't go to sleep when I know someone else is still up and about the place. I'm so odd.
posted by Unknown at 12:46 AM