Hill A Reeeee

wow, things change.

2008-07-09T23:56:45Z

i don't even know how to begin this entry.

a lot of things have changed since i last wrote.
-gabe and i are no longer together
-another gabe and i are now, kinda
-i quit my job/got fired
-fucked up the end of the semester at school, fucked up my summer class, decided to take another year off
-lost hobo
-found hobo
-resorted to drugs

i think i'm depressed but i'm not quite sure.

but tomorrow i will probably feel just fine.
after i have a sip.

i'm starting to wonder if your excessive creative energy, that used to always threaten and annoy me, may have actually been good for me. maybe i fed off of it. i haven't picked my camera up in so long, it's sad. i hate that.

sigh.

me as of late:

sigh.

2008-04-18T04:12:58Z

why did that man behind me on the treadmill have to be wearing a NYU shirt?

well, at least i wasn't dumped 2 weeks after giving birth, and still living with my ex-boyfriend in an apartment. TRUE LIFE, mtv. oh yes.

things really aren't so bad. and i'm very lucky to have what i have. sometimes, i think i need to take a step back and realize the world really isn't falling down on me. but i also want some sort of... reassurance. i'm afraid to get too attached because i don't want to get hurt. i guess i just want to feel safe.

okay, so maybe it's not really the 16th...

2008-04-15T21:09:51Z

today has been lovely. i made a really exciting outfit, haha. then, i walked around for a bit and took some photographs. here they are, as random as they may be...

that's my porch's roof.

completely unedited, haha.

i love my house!! it's the one in the middle. you know, the best. :]

sweet, sweet superchill.

i don't feel like going to class, but i have to. i may have created a design... but i have a feeling it's the same as kathleen's? i hope not. sigh.

i can't wait for my workout tonight!

we were 17 again.

2008-04-15T04:52:07Z

i had a good day, despite sleeping through my only two classes of the day. i feel like everyweek i skip at least one art history and one focused inquiry... and i don't even mean to! it's just because i sleep so much.

didn't do much at all and it felt so nice. i hung out in my room with hobo and babycat and watched animal planet. talked to gabriel some. did some research on my space project... and i still have no ideas. sigh. i went to lowes and bought some flowers for the house! our fence got fixed. and, i went to kroger. got lots of good food. :] oh, and i bought some ground coffee (none of that instant crap!) and it's super good, i just had some.

i've been messing around with my zune, and finished tranferring my itunes library to it. and i downloaded weezer's discography. turned on my lights around my window, hanging out with babycat on the bed. listening to ingrid michaelson and she is suprisingly not all that bad. oh, and incense. :]

i need to find a way to enjoy my space research project. every idea i come up with, my teacher tells me i need to find a new one. sigh. it's a project that heavily emphasizes forms of sculpture; something i have never done, and i'm already having trouble just thinking of ideas. oh well. it's our last project and i want to go out with a bang... so i really need to focus and figure out something. i think my best bet is probably a free-form, experimental, weird shape thing... instead of trying to render stuff, i guess. so much for my panda and his balloon.

i'm looking forward to doing a LOT more photography. here are some old (and not very good) photos i took a while back with sam's macro.

siiighhhh... i need to shoot again, SOON! before this weekend. i will.

koala bears can be grouchy.

2008-04-14T22:48:32Z

oh, wow!

i was just researching about inflatable art, and i stumbled across this:

http://www.wctv.tv/APNews/headlines/17447604.html

joshua allen harris, an artist living in new york city, creates inflatable animals out of garbage bags and tapes them to the vent-things for subways you see on sidewalks. it starts off as a bag and then it morphs into a giraffe. awesome.

it would be super cool if i saw that the next time i go to new york... which is less than a week and 5 days. i'm counting!

le printemps!

2008-04-11T19:52:49Z

i have declared today the first day of spring.

i rode my bike to class today, but before i could, i had to wipe the pollen off my seat! i saw it on cars, certain parts of the roads, and on tables outside of shafer. even the bike racks had some pollen on them.

i'm going into work at 5 today. i switched with some girl, which means i'm closing. eeeeek gross.

trying to figure out a design for a parade balloon is a lot harder than one may think. i had an ultra-cute sketch of a giant panda holding a balloon... but my teacher struck down my idea. :[ so now, i have NO idea what i'm going to do. i don't want to do some weird, abstract, free-form shape like everyone else. i want something that's recognizable, and even though he says this is bad, i want something CUTE. damnit.

it's a beautiful day.

2008-04-10T20:22:48Z

I GOT IN!!

i got into the photography department and i'm super excited. all during focused inquiry, i was shaking, freaking out, wondering what i would do if i got rejected. would i go through art foundation again? would i drop out? would i just pick up something lame like business? sigh.

so i walked (fast) to bowe street once class got out. i had to wait in line for a bit, and i walked into the room full of portfolios. picked mine up, and rushed out into the hallway to open it (that's where they put the acceptance or rejection letter). at first, i couldn't find any letter... and i almost cried. but it was behind one of my pieces, yay!! i didn't even really read all of it until i got home... i just saw the words "congratulations", "accepted", and "photography". i walked all the way back to oregon hill, beaming.

it's a really nice day. i was outside finishing up some sketches for class tonight, and Pops came by and gave me the mail. he said "you got some talent there. i haven't found my talent yet". i told him "don't give me that, everyone has talent", blah blah blah. it was just shocking and kind of scary to hear a 70 some year old man tell me he has yet to find his talent. eeek. but either way, it was cool timing on his behalf... because yesterday was kind of like, a reassurance or acknowledgement i guess that i actually do have some talent in art. yay.

now i shower!

ants crawling out of the palm of your hand.

2008-04-09T13:26:32Z

i'm sitting in art history, and we are about to watch a surrealist film. it sounds kind of exciting, but my stomach is literally flipping upside down.

oh my godddd.

after this, i have to go home. i should get air in my bike tires but i don't know if i feel like doing that. i probably should... it's getting kinda hard to ride, haha.

then i got to focused inquiry...
i plan on walking, so i can pick up my portfolio right after. maybe i'll drive, but i doubt i will be able to find a spot.

i am so hungry and my stomach is tightening and flipping and i feel like i'm on the verge of vomitting.

i'm very nervous.

2008-04-09T03:33:35Z

tomorrow, i pick up my portfolio.

inside my portfolio will either be an acceptance letter... or... something very bad.

tomorrow, i will find out if i get into my major for college. AHH! i'm very, very nervous. i need as much positive energy and happy thoughts as possible, plz.

celebrity dogs; those little fucking stupid dogs

2008-03-28T03:36:09Z

i worked out tonight and it felt great.

so much has changed, recently. it's scary. it's scary how quickly a person can move on from you. i thought i was going to be the one shaking him from my shoulder. guess not. i feel pretty pathetic. lonely, scared, pathetic. i feel unwanted. i lost my boyfriend and my best friend. oh well, i'll get over it. always do.

i don't really know what else to say. i cannot wait until my portfolio is done with... but i haven't even started it yet. i guess i'll do that now. :/

daaaang, yo.

2008-03-08T07:22:15Z

ever since i was kid, i've always been fascinated by bridges. in the car, i would always lean over the side of the window, and try to see as much of them as possible. whenever i'm driving in the country, now, and i come across a new bridge... i get really excited. i know i'm weird. but when i found this article, eeeeee, can you imagine how thrilled i was?

i smell like cigarettes.

2008-03-08T07:16:45Z

work was okay, i guess.

i made about $120 in tips. the most i've ever made, which is exciting. i got a $20 tip on one bill... but that's because the check was like, $93.00. i didn't mess up too much, only minor things that could easily be fixed. my feet are ACHING, oh god. i didn't sit down once, from 4:30PM to 1:30ishAM. it sucked, haha. some of my coworkers are starting to get to know me, and i can tell that no one hates me, yay! i hate starting a new job and being all... awkward and quiet, because you kind of need to like, earn your place, i guess.

when i got home, neither of my room mates were here. i guess the cats were in my bedroom, because they weren't downstairs. it was so quiet and... eerie. i made easy mac for the second time today, ha. this past week and a half, i've really noticed how having no money can affect your diet. i mean, yeah, that's obvious... but all i've been eating is pasta, chik'n patties, and bananas. not that those foods are bad... just... i don't know. i need more of a variety, haha.

OH and a funny thing about work: i was behind the counter, expo-ing an order, i think, and some guy says "excuse me". i turn around, he hands me a napkin, and quickly walks away. it said "marshall", with his phone number on it, haha. it was especially funny to me because he looked no younger than 25, he was tall, blonde, wearing a button up shirt. he was an attractive guy; i could imagine girls thinking he was "hot", but he was totally. not. my. type. i wonder how drunk he was.

i'm still confused and i feel distant. cold.

i'm tired and want to go to bed; i have work at 10 in the morning.

don't ever leave me alone.

2008-03-07T18:24:48Z

i'm constantly split in half:

i know what i want, i have what i want. i'm happy. content.

i'm annoyed, frustrated, and turned off. i need time to myself.

relationships are confusing. when you mix a long distance relationship in with AFO, working, paying bills, and trying to keep yourself sane, it's so hard. i'm not saying it's not worth it... it's just a lot of work. and sometimes i question it. lately, i've been questioning it a lot.

when i left focused inquiry today, i was greeted by a cold rain. my bike seat was covered in water and i was freezing. there were 3 or 4 people standing in the middle of shafer court with signs that read things like, "god hates homosexuals" and "repent to the lord", and other crap like that. there was a guy there with a megaphone, having an argument across the court with some guy, about sodomizing, haha. at first, i was really pissed off that these ignorant people are screaming that "god created aids as a punishment for gays"... but i took a closer look at them, and i'm fairly certain that they were acting. like, maybe it was the theatre department or something trying to get a rise out of people walking by. the guy with the megaphone, for instance, was wearing 19th century attire: a wool cap, vest, khaki pants... and when i hopped on my bike and started to leave, i heard him yell at someone "and i bet you listen to gangster rap!" haha. that was just too ridiculous for even the most evangelical of southern baptists to say. still, it made me laugh.

so spring break officially starts today... and it's raining. sucks, because the past 4 days have been sunny and beautiful. i hope this isn't a foreshadowing of what break is going to be like. it's already going to kinda suck, because i have 4+ projects to work on for AFO. i don't mind too much, though.. hopefully i can use this time to actually enjoy my projects, rather than freaking out and trying to finish them four hours before class.

i have work today at 4:30 until 12:00AM. i'll either get out a bit earlier or later than that, i guess it just depends on how many people will be there. i'm really hoping to make some money... especially since that $12 has slowly dwindled to about $5 since wednesday night. sigh. money... i hate it.

i need to shower soon and straighten my hair... it's going to take forever. aghhh.

i'm so frustrated and confused. i want to run and apologize, but i feel like i do that too much. i just keep doing the same things, over and over again. and i feel like i can't even control them. they just happen. maybe it means something, and that's why i'm getting worried. whatever. i'm just... going to try not to care. or something.

oh myyy godddd

2008-03-06T21:39:31Z

i really want to go outside!

it's such a beautiful day... the sun is shining, a big, bright blue sky, a slight breeze...

but all my friends are busy! i wanna go to the river again, but i'm not going by myself.

today has been kind of weird. i woke up late, hung around the house for a bit, and went to talk to my lawyer. hopefully things will work out in the end. afterwards, i bought deoderant (with the $12 i made last night... oh yeah, wednesday nights are intense), and ate some leftovers.

now i'm just sitting around wasting time. i could be working on my dragon... and i probably should be working on it, but i'm just uninspired to deal with cardboard right now. i wish my interior design teacher would e-mail me back with that photo... i really need it to finish my project, and he said he was going to send it. ugh.

last night, i was walking to class at the franklin steet gym, and i fell up the outside stairs. i skinned up my elbow. pretty sad.

work was a joke last night. i'm really looking forward to working friday night... i hope i get a chance to make some much-needed moolah. and have more than 3 tables, haha. but the good thing is, i didn't mess anything up!

on a side note, i really hate what is going on/this feeling. THIS. SUCKS.

spice up your life! every boy and every girl! spice up your life!

2008-03-05T15:41:49Z

so, for focused inquiry i have to post 2 blogs that i admire...

first off is zenhabits.net. i really enjoy this blog because it's just so... positive. nearly every post seems to be helpful (positive outlooks, how to increase productivity, etc). on the the other hand, it can sometimes be too spacey... and a load of crap. haha. pick and choose, i suppose.

OH OH OH!

cuteoverload.com is amazingly awesome. it's basically just lots of photos and videos of cute, fluffy animals. :D

like these guys! :]

the scrubs theme song really sucks.

2008-03-04T03:06:50Z

this is from some crazy german artist. it's a tank, made out of balloons! kind of reminds me of our dragon project in space research. our teacher bought a toy dragon from spencer's, cut in into 16 pieces (or however many kids are in my class), and we each got a piece. we have to replicate our piece, using only cardboard and glue... oh, and it has to be 10 times the size it is now. so basically, we're creating a cardboard replica of a dragon... to scale. EEK!

oh and guess
what
piece
i
have

THE HEAD!

wowww!

2008-03-04T02:56:23Z

alaska is really big.

gabriel just cooked spaghetti and i made garlic bread. and. it. was. good.

reznorchicka @ 2008-02-27T17:21:00

2008-02-27T22:20:56Z

dear journal,

today i went to jail. it wasn't fun.

love, hillary.

"man, cats can't watch tv or get on the internet..."

2008-02-20T18:41:30Z

as always, these past few days have been crazy.

gabriel came down for the weekend, i had work on friday and saturday nights, the apartment next to my old one caught on fire, we went to an art exhibit, gabriel took me to the hookah bar, and i had a lot of art to work on.

i don't have much to write about; i'm a bit scatter-brained right now, to be honest. BUT... have you ever wondered how slugs have sex? i have.

this is a link to a youtube clip from some nature show. it's rare footage of 2 slugs having sex... and it's really interesting. check it out.

making america isn't quite as disappointing as i thought...

2008-02-14T03:56:23Z

you look like a dog. whore.

Paris Hilton’s Masterpiece: $81 per screen average this weekend
Posted on 12 February 2008

Not all marketing pays dividends. Here’s an example that’s bound to bring a delicious smile to your face:

Despite a jam-packed three weeks of promotion for Paris Hilton’s new film The Hottie and The Nottie, the opening weekend numbers were complete cow dung. A romantic comedy starring Hilton, Joel David Moore, and Christine Lakin, it opened Friday to $9,000 on 111 screens, or $81 per screen, according to Box Office Mojo.

For those keeping track on the Paris Hilton temperature scale, that’s NOT hot. In fact, it’s colder than a Eskimo’s refrigerator. Basically, 2-3 people were watching her film, on average, each screening. The weekend gross tumbled in at $27,000. Meanwhile, according to the New York Post, she got “paid $100K to have her 25th birthday at the Hard Rock Hotel in Vegas.” So don’t worry about the princess going broke.

The only comparable box office disaster is Jessica Simpson’s 2007 “star vehicle” Blonde Ambition, which averaged $48 per screen on a Friday opening for a total box office of $384. The film grossed $6,422 domestically before – thank God!/ at long last!/please kill me! – it came to DVD.

Paris had premiered the film in Hollywood and Dallas, appeared in Philadelphia, at Harvard University, and the Sundance Film Festival, and even shmoozed on talk shows such as the Late Show with David Letterman. And even with all that marketing effort, she still couldn’t get people to watch her movie. What did I tell ya? Marketing ain’t easy.

So what does all this mean for the old marketing adage: does sex still sell? Probably. But sometimes content gets in the way.

we serve 14 different kinds of hot sauce.

2008-02-11T00:42:50Z

i've been entirely too busy to write, recently.

thursday and friday were days of job-searching. i think i filled out about 15 applications... with no luck. on friday, i decided to drive through shockoe bottom and see if anything interested me enough to find a parking space, get out of my car, walk into the store, and ask that dreadful question... "are you guys hiring?"

i drove by buffalo wild wings. i've always thought "wow, that place looks horrendous". and the inside doesn't really help. it's a sports bar... so. sports. um, yeah. i asked if they were hiring, and the manager seemed thrilled that i asked, so i figured it couldn't be but so bad. i filled out an application and had an interview immediately afterwards. she told me to come in on sunday at 4:30. so today is sunday, and i did. i sat awkwardly by myself for 30 minutes, while waiting for "darryl" to get my papers together for me to fill out. tax forms and W-4's are confusing when mommy isn't doing them for me. i'll admit it; i called her in the middle of filling out forms to ask a few questions. after i had finished all of that, i sat around for a long time. i read this terribly corporate handbook. it was bleak. but there were some funny parts in it, so i guess maybe this company isn't that bad. it just sucks; ever since superstars, i told myself i would not work for a corporation, and here i am now. whatever. i need to get by; i have to pay my bills. and i'm not bound to this job. i can always look around and find something better and less... corporate. :]

so as far as my "20 hour project"... yeah. i need more time in the day. sucks.
i also have an art history test tomorrow morning that i need to start studying for.
i'm kind of overwhelmed. i think once this surface research crap is out of the way, will be so muh better off.

but for now, i need to start studying. and get LOTS of doubleshots.

this is incredibly unfortunate.

2008-02-08T05:57:50Z

The sun’s brilliant and uninvited rays were piercing through the dense clouds on this foggy and otherwise dreary Thursday morning. Light glaring in his eyes, Mad Dog makes his first movement in hours; an uninhibited scratch at his groin. The crotch of his charity-given brown corduroy pants is dry and crusty from yesterday’s piss. “One of the perks of being paralyzed from the dick down,” Mad Dog would always manage to slur with his Olde English 400 flavored tongue, “is that you can shit yourself and it don’t matter. If you can’t feel it, who gives a fuck? Ya know?” He wraps his filthy hands around the rusty wheel of his nearly dilapidated wheel chair, and starts pushing himself down Laurel Street, towards Monroe Park.

While waiting at the stop light at Laurel and Main, Mad Dog takes his time to pan handle. After all, it is 9:48 in the morning and his lips have yet to be touched by the saving grace of a few large swigs of genuine malt liquor. Slumped in his chair, he holds a torn cardboard sign together. It reads, “why lie, need beer?” Although he has been homeless for a fast approaching eight years, he has managed to always maintain his sense of humor. College students bustle around him from all sides, either staring straight ahead or looking down at the sidewalk. Some awkwardly grab their cell phones and mindlessly scroll through their contacts; anything to avoid contact with this seemingly unnecessary creature.

Suddenly, the giggles of what must have been about thirty nine year olds invaded Mad Dog’s aural cavities. “Oh my gosh you guys, I’m so excited about our competition! We’re totally going to kick butt! We should review the hand movements to the last part while we’re walking to the Landmark! Ready? Five, six, seven, eight!”, an especially high-pitched girl shouted. Ears perked, eyebrows raised, Mad Dog grunts as he turns his creaky wheelchair, facing the crowd of prepubescent princesses blur by him, clad in red, white, and blue cheerleading uniforms. Feasting his eyes on the tiny little virgins, Mad Dog smiles as his mouth salivates. He gleefully snickers, following their legs vertically with his eyes, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of something everyone in the world but Mad Dog would deem as inappropriate and morally disgusting.

Exhilarated, he clasps his hands together, interlocking his fingers. He can feel his erection pressing in his pants. As the intensity starts to grow with each little girl that dances past him, he realizes that he can no longer control himself. Violently reaching out, he grasps a little blonde hair, blue eyed beauty. “You sure do got lovely lips,” Mad Dog screams at the young girl, grabbing her porcelain face. “I can make you feel good. Would you like that,” he chuckles to himself. “McKenna!!” several of the other girls shriek, as the blonde wiggles and writes about, struggling to escape from his grip. The very same moment that he releases her, granting her freedom, he raises his hands up to his nostrils and takes a deep breath in. He can still smell her.

call PETA if you care so much.

2008-02-06T04:33:11Z

this image is from a group of photographs that artist jeongmee yoon created, which were inspired by her daughter. she found it fascinating how girls are seemingly naturally drawn to the color pink, and how boys are drawn to the color blue. here are the rest.

so, in focused inquiry, we have to "create a character". hmm. so here's my guy:

basically, this is a character, based off a real person:
-his name is Mad Dog, named after the popular alcohol
-54 years young
-sits in a wheelchair all day (although it has been reported that he can walk?)
-about 5'8
-dark, tanned, leather-like skin. very aged, most likely because of the years of alcohol abuse
-long, frizzy, unkempt brown/gray hair and beard; sometimes kept underneath a baseball hat or beanie
-the teeth that he does have are extremely yellow and decaying, many are chipped and missing
-claims to be a "recovering" alcoholic
-lives on the street; can be seen at Laurel and Idlewood, and Laurel and Albemarle
-pandhandles; sign reads, "why lie, need beer"
-laughs, smiles, waves; seems to enjoy life, or is perpetually drunk. maybe both.
-has been in and out of shelters for the past 7 years; was kicked out 2 christmas' ago for sexual harassment against another inhabitant

i hate being sick.

2008-02-03T01:57:37Z

thursday night finally came, and i got gabriel from the 7-11 on belvidere and broad. took him home with me, and we had a great night. i missed him so much :)

on friday afternoon, my entire body started to ache. i got hot and then cold. and my throat hurt. i thought i just needed sleep, but now i know that i'm just sick.

i went to bed at 2:30AM last night, and woke up at 3:45PM this afternoon. crazy. my body feels like someone is pricking me with tacks or something; it's terrible. i've been eating halls coughdrops like they're candy. caitlin and i walked to fine foods, because she suggested getting ginger ale. i bought "super chill" ginger ale, in honor of the cat that sometimes shows up on our front porch. i saw him this morning (the weather was lovely, which made me feel even worse, since i have oodles of work to do, plus i'm sick) and i gave him food and water. i think he really liked that, haha. he ate the food like he was ravenous.

i have put 3 hours into my "20 hour project", so far... and i'm starting to get nervous. i think i will work on it the majority of tomorrow, until gabriel gets here. then, i guess i will work more on my "take up space" one at the AFO building? gah. i'm not sure.

i'm really stressed out about money right now. my mom somehow got enough money to pay for my old apartment's rent... fuck everyone who checked out the place and never called back. you guys put me in a really shitty spot. so now, i'm going to have to talk to bryan, my landlord, and ask if it's okay if i pay him later... i'm fairly certain he will be okay with it, especially if i explain the situation to him. so on top of those two bills, i have to deal with comcast, dominion virginia, and a water bill. i hate money. it shouldn't cost anything to live.

but then i guess no one would make any money? i don't really know, nor do i care. communes, w00t!

i watched "american psycho" for the second time this weekend. it's a really awesome dark satire on the culture of 1980's wall street businessmen.

i need a jobbbb. i e-mailed the lady that the career center told me about, and she told me to e-mail my department. oh, hey, you're listed under "art foundation". daaaamn, what are you, then? so frustrating.

i need to drink more gingerale and consider doing some work. or drink theraflu. or something. gah. :[

this book sucks; don't read it.

2008-01-31T17:39:10Z

so i'm told that i have to write about the first chapter of this book, dew breaker.

to be honest, the book sucks. and i'm not just saying that. i'll admit that i had a hard time relating to a haitian woman's memoir, and at times, it really irked me. i wish i had the book next to me write now, so i could use an excerpt to show how poorly it's written. for such a "critically acclaimed" author, i expected so much more.

the first chapter was entirely too jumpy. as soon as you started to have a grasp on the characters and their development, BAM, all of a sudden she's talking about something completely different. i think dandicat (or whatever her ridiculous last name is) relied far too heavily on the whole egyptian theme for the first chapter. i feel like every time she was started to run out of ideas to write, she randomly slipped in something about egyptian culture. nice one. OH! and the characters are RETARDED. if i worked for hours and hours on a statue, to be sold to one of the most successful actresses from my home country, and my father decides to THROW IT INTO A LAKE the night before we're supposed to deliver it to the woman, i would be absolutely irate. livid. but no, "ka" or whatever her name is just shrugs it off. oh well. i love you dad. NO. NO ONE acts like that. GAH.

god, this book is just terrible. just because your a woman and your some sort of minority, and you happen to write a book, doesn't mean that it's automatically going to be awesome. you have to be a GOOD WRITER to make a GOOD BOOK.

i'm really angry right now, haha.

and i just got off the phone with comcast... 40 minutes... on the phone... with comcast. my bill was $194.24 for some reason?! so i called and complained... got it dropped down to $101.05... OHHHH YEAAHHHH i'm awesome.

and i just called the "environmental virginia coalition!" number andddd basically what you do is call congressmen, try to find people to sign petitions, and harass people on the phone. no, i'm sorry. i can't do that.

and i checked out "student work" or whatever online, since they had a website. it's the most vague description, ever. all i know that it is a corporation, so that's an automatic no. and i'm pretty confident that it requires harassing people on the phone, as well.

AND i found out who pooed in the closet. babycat! which really sucks, 'cause i like sleeping with her, and i like sleeping with my door shut. ugh. damnit.

i have so much stuff to do today, and my baby is coming home tonight!! i am so thrilled. :D