flowers. maybe daisies.

i told you it's not always tea and crumpets being stearns. we're picking colors for the walls in our new apartment, which is SO EXCITING. but how will we buy the paint? we've no jobs, no money, no nothin'. it's a frustrating thing.

i don't want to be a debbie downer, but this whole bohemian thing doesn't suit me. i like to have money to do things. this is why i hate that silly "rent" show. they make it look like so much fun.

but yes, we have our new apartment. we got keys the other day, and went with my mother to plan where everything will go (it's her thing), and i think it's going to shape up pretty well. it's looking like i'm going to have a whole music room for myself, which is very cool with me.

this weekend was megan's birthday, and we stayed up at her parents' house friday and saturday night. this morning (sunday) we had to get up at FIVE-THIRTY so that i could go play the piano at church for $$$. well, make that $. it's not that serious, but hey, every little bit helps. so we got up at the buttcrack of dawn and now i'm SO sleepy.

i leave you with these things...

1.
my brother: "yeah, but they didn't fire me just because of this one thing. i think they were fed up with me and this was just the needle in the haystack."
me: "you mean the straw that broke the camel's back?"
him: "um... yeah?"

2.
michael: "yeah, every time ya fling yer dick, ya hit a gay!" (giggle, giggle, giggle)
me: "what? what do you mean? is that a new figure of speech or something i don't know about?"
michael: "you know, like 'every time you swing a stick'... you know.... nevermind."