"I'm holding my own/No matter what I put myself through"

Everyone in my house was out-of-sorts yesterday. I'd say the overriding reason for the group bitchfest was the heat, but we all had little (and not so little) things that got to us. Most understandably, except for pops. Lord knows what that man's problem is. If he was a horse I'd be continually checking under his hooves to see if a sharp rock had dug in somewhere, that's how easy he is to irritate.

I'm still in limbo over the Pace funding thing. As far as I can tell, my admissions counselor is out on vacation, so there's been no progress on the "why the hell haven't I gotten any scholarship??" front. It might be that I'm a second-degree student and they're being hamfisted. It also might be that they're incompetent bastards. If the lady's not in tomorrow I'm going to head in and talk to a supervisor.

I think I'm going to AC for my birthday. No, I don't have a gambling problem - why do you ask? It's honestly not my first wish. My aunt came up to me the other day and said "You're going to Atlantic City on Friday". No ifs, ands, or buts. I'm like, hey! as long as I don't have to pay I don't care. Because I'm taking a city exam on Saturday afternoon, though, I'm going to see if we can't move this excursion to Saturday, making it a real b-day trip. It wasn't bad last time. We walked around a bit, the weather was nice, the company was pleasant. I hope dad doesn't come this time, though. That'd be too much.

Gah. Not liking the heat. I'm getting all clammy and moist in places one shouldn't unless one is engaging in happy fun fun activities. Can't wait to go home, shower...and swelter in my non-AC having abode. Heh.

I miss Six Feet Under. It premiered last night, and I realized I really liked the weird and wacky world of the Fishers. And I really really want a Fishers and Son bowling shirt. If anyone wants to make me a happy girl for my birthday, you know...*hint hint*.

I don't think they ever made those. Rico wore one in S2 and that was it.

I also intend to watch Queer Eye for the Straight Guy tonight for the first time in what feels like years. You know why? They're waxing Johnny Damon's friggin eyebrows!!! Goddammit, it's about time. Take care of Jesus. Make him look less like a caveman.

An hour and twenty minutes left to waste. Anyone want to text me, just to amuse me? Anyone? Anyone at all?

No? All right then.

::pulls out lighter, sways to kick ass The Darkness song::