April 2, 2009
There are four [EDIT: I lied. There are three. Counting is not my forté] roundabouts between my condo and my aunt’s house. I love them all, every one. Before I moved here, I hated roundabouts. I only knew of one in Idaho, out in the Nampa regions (AKA the first circle of Hell) and it seemed utterly pointless. Oh, how I loathed it. Roundabouts, as I have since discovered, are poetry, and Nampa is, and always will be, prose of the driest, most Richardsonian kind.
Having only encountered the ridiculous roundabout in that blight of a city known as Nampa, I therefore concluded that I hated all roundabouts. But I don’t. I adore them. I want to confuse the locals by never exiting them. EVER. I want to drive around in them until I pass out from dizziness and go careening into a tree. While driving on roundabouts, my internal soundtrack is stuck in a constant squeal of delight. I cannot imagine having road rage on a roundabout. It’s just not possible.
Roundabouts are magical, like Santa Claus and Tooth Fairies and Elves and other such wondrous things that I never believed could possibly exist, except, roundabouts ARE real. REAL WHOLESOME FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY.
Not even Nampa can diminish my joy.
Whee!
March 23, 2009
Moved 500 miles.
Spent only $30 on gas to drive said 500 miles. (I got upwards of 35MPG the whole trip, how great is that?).
Moved tons of my Grandma’s stuff, so I now have a place to live.
Slept on a couch.
Hit my head at least five times while getting out of the car.
Left the lights on while I went into a store and came back to find my battery dead. This was much less inconvenient when I could call my brothers, rather than sitting in a parking lot for 45 minutes waiting for someone to come back to one of the vehicles parked in my vicinity.
Re-realised that my parents do not communicate like normal people. I don’t either, unfortunately.
Eaten nothing but sandwiches for every single meal.
Started reading The Silmarrillion again. I think I’m in a bad mood, because it seems far more didactic than I remembered. I get it, Tolkien, Illuvatar is Yahweh, Melkor is Satan. I GET IT ALREADY! It will get better once I’m past the first few chapters.
Did I mention I’m sleeping on a couch? Yeah. That kind of sucks, not because the couch is uncomfortable, but because I’m too tall for it. Pity me.
Now I’m filling out applications for jobs so I won’t be broke and homeless in a few weeks.
