Holy CRAP it’s humid outside! My bedroom has once again taken on the properties of a greenhouse, and therefore I’m sleeping in a bath of my own sweat. :-( Gah. It’s great that the weather is finally warm, but jeebus! The walk to work this morning was majorly uncomfortable and my hair is frizzing out and sticking to my neck. One good thing about this is that they’ve finally turned the heat off at work (sheesh) and turned the AC on. So rather than working inside a coal chamber, I’m in a walk-in freezer. Oh well, that’s cool (literally) because it’s easier to work in a cooler temperature than an insanely hot one. I have a hooded sweatshirt here after all.

Last night was really wonderful. The weather was beginning to change to the crazy humidity that it shows today, and the house was very hot. I brought the fans out and set them up, which helped some. I was going to toss a pizza in the oven for supper…I had it all unwrapped and had the oven preheated when I decided I really didn’t want to eat something that greasy when it was so hot out. So rather than trying to shove it back in the packaging that I’d already thrown in the garbage, I cooked it anyhow and made myself a turkey sandwich. I had one slice when it came out but put the rest in the fridge. Not sure when I’ll eat it. My food options are a bit limited at the moment as Erin took the microwave with her when she moved out. I mean, cooking food is no problem on the stove (it takes longer but meh) but it’s the reheating I’m worried about. I can never eat everything I cook in one sitting, and it’s such a waste to heat up the stove to reheat some rice or pizza or something small. Hopefully we’ll find a solution to this soon.

Anyhow, I sat out in the livingroom and finished reading “The Journals of Eleanor Druse” (Kingdom Hospital book) and had a little nap. I found that the temperature outside was rather decent so I sat out there and read a “Red Dwarf” novel until it started to get dark and I saw a gigantic spider building a web right next to my head. I played Stepmania for awhile on my keyboard until my thirst for actual DDR became overwhelming. Did DDR till I was thoroughly dripping and took a relaxing shower. I chatted online until sometime after 1:30 AM and woke up majorly exhausted this morning. Guuuuuhhhhhh. Going to have dinner at parents’ house tonight which will be really nice. If the weather isn’t too crappy Alisha and I will likely go rollerblading.

Hmm. It’s been quite a week…quite a week indeed. The weekend was pretty relaxing, as I didn’t go anywhere outside of town. My set top DVD player stopped responding to the remote on Friday night, which really irritates me because there are features missing from the box like “FFWD” so I can’t skip through previews that some bastard DVD companies are putting on the beginning of discs. :-( There was much sleeping and reading and rollerblading and messing around with Stepmania. No one was really around most of the time so it was rather quiet. Saturday night I had dinner with Alisha and Big Bri at a Chinese restaurant. I didn’t eat anything breaded or fried, and my digestive system didn’t complain, so all was well. The three of us did the Ouija board, Alisha read Tarot cards for me (she’s just started learning) and then we played some Warioware and I did pretty shitty (if shitty is equal to dominating the game then losing at the last second because of a really lame minigame…gah.) I chatted online a bit and decided to sleep after two of the guys in the channel duked it out for the right to marry me. (O______o) But I couldn’t sleep so I came back online for awhile.

I’ve been fairly excited lately thinking about the move to Portland. Will’s going with Hiroko in 2 weeks (according to current plan) and Peter will accompany me in October. I’m probably going to get a hitch installed on my car so I can tow a UHAUL trailer. I’m also considering a roof rack but that’s not for sure. It would be nice to have extra toting capabilities but it’s probably overkill. The roof rack will be nice for transporting my paintings though, once I don’t have access to a truck anymore. I dunno yet; I’m looking into it. From the looks of it, they’re pretty expensive. As a side note, I LOVE my car. :-) It’s absolutely perfect for me, and everything I’ve ever wanted in a car. Plus it’s gorgeous, and it packs a punch, making 25 mph a very difficult task (it wants to go faster than that all the time…)

Brian and I are going to Justin’s wedding on Saturday. He’s the third member of our class who graduated in Computer Science to be married. That both astounds and delights me because it defies the stereotype of CS geeks being inept where women are concerned. It’s strange but awesome at the same time. I also feel kind of strange when I imagine myself in the position of getting married at my current age and think “Waaaay too young!” This usually happens when my 19-year-old mentality is in the forefront, which is pretty often. But the more I think about it, if you’re certain you’ve found the right person then the idea of being too young will not cross your mind. In the moments where I feel more like my true age I’m able to admit to myself that if certain circumstances were slightly different right now, I’d likely be planning my own wedding for real, not just in my head. Marriage at the age of 22 or 23 is not a bizarre or unnatural thing.

I’m the first to admit that I’m enamored with the idea of marriage, and always have been. I suppose that’s probably a very common thing for most women, and a lot of them have a good portion of it already set in their heads before they even meet the right guy. I shift back and forth between wanting a traditional wedding and one that’s pretty off-the-wall. I think it’s likely that mine will be more bizarre than traditional, just given the type of person I am, and the type of man I’m likely to marry. I’m inspired by my classmate Jeff who had the wedding he wanted, complete with being dressed as a Jedi and having the ceremony performed by one of his best friends (who was ordained over the internet.) He said he spent a lot of time during his long shifts at the plastic factory thinking up cool and unusual ideas for the wedding, some of which his wife shot down, but others that she was clearly cool with. That is how it should be really. What is tradition but a set of rules and guidelines designed to be followed blindly, without understanding?

I’m pretty sure my metabolism is speeding up because I’ve been a lot hungrier lately than I normally am. tummy growls