manic monday #4: random.

clearly last week when i talked about pretending like i actually blog i meant “blog once a week. on monday. so manic monday isn’t so much a series but the only day i blog.”

hell.

i forgot in my resolutions last week to mention “go to new england and get silly-ish-ly drunk with Jill.” of which she reminded me in the comments. only she said “meet jill.”  which, let’s all just be honest with ourselves, shall we, miss pilgrim? silly-ish-ly drunk is probably a bit more accurate, wouldn’t you say?

so my roommate got married last weekend. photos to come.  and at work, when i talk to someone on the phone and am making small talk (which i am still terrible at somedays. i’m better if when i say “so how was your weekend?” instead of saying “good, thanks *biglongawkwardpause*” you say “great, thanks, HOW WAS YOURS?” we have covered this, people. i don’t require much.) i mention “my roommate got married on new year’s day” for some odd reason, the first thing they say “so are you not roommates anymore?”  now, is it me, or is that just kind of an odd question? i dunno.

speaking of my roommate getting married last weekend: we’re moving.

betcha didn’t see that one coming, did you?

yesterday, our landlord made plans to show our house to a couple people in the afternoon.  it would have been totally fine if i had been there, she didn’t tell me i couldn’t be, but i just had to get out of there. i don’t know. it just felt… weird.  so i left right before i knew they were going to show up, leaving a nice note on the white board on the fridge telling them we hoped they loved that house as much as we have. i’m so excited to have my own place (well, sort of. i will still have a roommate, but i’ll be there a full 2 weeks by myself before she moves in) but it’s kind of bittersweet. i’ve lived with my best friend from college basically since christmas break my senior year — so 5 years. FIVE. YEARS. that is a long time to live with someone to whom you are not married. she and i live in each other’s heads. we get each other so much. WE EVEN START RANDOMLY WHISTLING THE SAME SONG AT THE SAME TIME. seriously, y’all. so i’m a little sad about not living together anymore, and i really hope that we still get to hang out a LOT before she and fred the husband (weird.) move to wherever he goes to grad school at. one of the schools he applied to was in Florida. I will be visiting. a LOT.

i think i’ll be chronicling our move this week. because i’ll need to procrastinate, basically. so you have that to look forward to! exciting!

and a bucket list. i think i might add that somewhere around here.

i also need to clean up tags and categories. how do you guys use them? do you use categories? do you use tags when you should use categories or vice versa? that’s what i do. and i need to get it straightened out. and the more i blog and less i straighten it out, the longer it’s going to take me.

annnnd just to make sure we end this little blog on a happy note, a lovely quote to end this rambling nonsense:

“If you don’t have a sense of humor, then you probably don’t have any sense at all.” ~ Unknown

Yeah.