5 hours and a half a can of paint primer later, my hutch has two coats of paint. I think that I may have gotten as much paint on the hutch itself as I got on my legs, arms, feet, hair, hands, and even face. So in addition to my hair now being “Ginger Glow: Intense Copper Red” (as printed on the hair dye box yesterday), I have lovely white streaks of paint that will not come off. Ah well. At least my nails look like I’ve sat through a French Manicure (something I have no money

or patience to endure otherwise!). Now I know that I will not look glamourous on Trading Spaces, especially if I had to paint a whole room and repeated pieces of furniture for two straight days. But at least my hutch looks AWESOME now. At least 100 years younger.

The loan saga continues: as of today, my check has not surfaced at school. Of which causes me to worry more about the possiblilty of going to Toronto before school starts — mostly because my poor car needs some TLC (not the channel) before I go, for behold it reeketh of power steering fluid and needs an oil change desperately. I’m off to campus tomorrow to meet with a professor and check my mailbox (alongside the faculty’s!), so hopefully I’ll be able to track it down.

Off to sample some of Canada’s finest: a 7-11 Slurpee.

Damn A&E. Showing back to back episodes of Law and Order when they KNOW that I should be in bed by now. Its a conspiracy, I tells ya. In case you can’t tell by my off-hour postings, I haven’t been sleeping so well lately. I’ve resorted to taking a couple melatonin before I hit the sack, hoping that it’ll knock me out enough to get some rest. Seems like something wakes me up everynight. A couple nights ago, the power went off for 2 hours, shutting off my fan and my rain-noise maker — thus waking me up. And last night, rather this morning at 7AM, my neighbor decides to mow his lawn right outside my window. GRRR. No pillow over my head or white noise drowns out machinery in the wee hours.

I finally got the primer paint for the hutch, after two trips to Wally World. The first trip out there, the paint man said that I had to determine whether or not if the paint on it now was latex or oil-based. He said to rub some nail polish remover on it to determine — if paint comes off, its oil. If not, its latex. Turns out its oil-based. Paint, check. Rollers and tray, check. Dropcloth, check. Lots of time to spend painting it, double check. I’ve even got some paint chips to look at and figure out how I wanna paint it.

Finally, I watched Disney’s Bedknobs and Broomsticks today. And you know, it was actually tolerable, despite Angela Landsbury being the lead! 🙂 I wasn’t ever allowed to watch the movie growing up, so it was kinda neat to watch it today as “a grown up.” David Tomlinson reminds me of my dad, though I doubt I’d ever see him “bobbling along on the bottom of the beautiful briney sea.” (much less singing it!)

Oh how I love Trading Spaces. I’ve never been much of a TLC girl, but after moving up here, I find that its the only channel I really watch — besides the necessary Law and Orders on A&E. I’ve called the loan company, and apparently they’ve sent my check today, overnighted even. Sooo…that means tomorrow I’ll be able to go on campus and harrass the financial aid department and give it to the cashier, and then wait again for bureaucracy to work (in other words, wait til the school processes it). But at least the money is in sight — which means I’ll be able to get a dresser finally, get my car looked at, and possibly make a trip out to Toronto to see my friends in the next week and a half or so.

I’m off now to go to Wal-mart and get some priming paint for my hutch. The poor thing needs a good sanding, scrubbing, and paint down. I may even get fancy later on and change the hardware and add paint accents! Wouldn’t Frank and Laurie on Trading Spaces be proud! 🙂

I’m just glad to have something to do, finally!

So for the past couple days I’ve been plagued with this really annoying eye-twitchy thing… you know, the kind where you keep feeling it twitch back and forth, knowing that its blatantly obvious to everyone who looks at your face, yet in reality you’re the only one who can tell? Wonder what that means? Stressed? Check. Not sleeping well? Check. A need to invest in an eye-patch? Ummmm, let’s hope not…

I’ve finally got money in my bank account again! Hooray! Thank the goddess for parents willing to bail out an overtaxed and under-loan-paid daughter. I’m calling good ole Sallie Mae tomorrow to check on the status of my loan being processed. I really feel irresponsible for getting myself into this financial fix — but then again it was the loan company who conveniently “misplaced” my Master Promissary Note and neglected to inform me until TWO full weeks after I was expecting the check. Ugh.

Wow, its almost 2AM. Sleep quote for the night: “In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.” –Colette

School starts in over 2 weeks now (September 5th), which is still too long for me. I’m stuck at home, bored, watching The Godfather on TV (okay, one bright spot) and realizing that I need some activity in my life. After the excitement of moving and unpacking all my stuff, I’m still trying to make this place seem like home — Which is hard when you’re 2000+ miles away from most of your friends and family. I’m finding myself singing/thinking about that Joni Mitchell song “Big Yellow Taxi,” especially the lyrics “don’t it always seem to go / that you don’t know what you’ve got til its gone.” Once September rolls around, I’m looking forward to burying myself in work to keep my mind off mistakes of my past.

I’ve been ruminating WAY too much lately.

“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion, respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and bow to none. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no living thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. So live your life that you can sing your death song and die like a hero going home.” –Tecumseh

Wise words for me, today. I had to hurt someone that I’ve very close to…and while I’m glad secrets are no longer out, I hate that I had to break his heart in the process.