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i feel that posting is really unfair when i don't have a whole lot to say, yet here i am babbling away.. i have been gone for most of August and started working on adapting to my new school schedule since i got back, as have the rest of the household members... thus time spent at home is sketchy ... coolness exists in that my sister gina is back in town, back in school, and hanging out with me... YAY! so now you know...

I'm The Reason Why We Can't Have Nice Things.

Finally the 6th roomate has emerged from the closet at the top of the stairs. I do apologizse it has taken me so long to introduce myself. I am Brittany, Squid, The Little Sister, The Punk, the reason why we can't have nice things. Let me explain that last one there, you see, I am just a little spastic at times, ok my other roomates would say a lot and all of the time but oh well, I digress as well. I am not exactly sure how this line came about, but the story I most remember is when we were helping Mark and Tessa move into our new ghetto-fabulous home, we were helping them clean their old apartment. I was spazing out because clean supplies inhaled all day tend to do that to a person, and I had leaned up against the wall, mistakenly against the curtain and ended up pulling the entire curtain rod down ontop of me. The room went quite and Linus looked at me straight faced and said "See, Brittany this is the reason why we can't have nice things." Then there is "Did you forget your helmet again Brittany?" but alas that is a story for another time.

This summer had been one of my best, with moving in with some great friends and finding new ones, learning to fly kites with Linus, taking a trip to a dance club with Mark and Ben. We have even hosted two of our own house parties, but have consequently been yelled at for them. At the turning of midnight tonight however brings about a new time not only to our little abode, but to the entire town as it starts to look to academia, which brings late night study sessions, only weekend parties, and an absence in my heart. See I am the only one of Flock Hall that will not be attending school this fall this saddens me a little because I would much rather be buying books, finding my classes, and soaking my head into something new and exiciting. Instead I have taken it upon myself to go into the real world and get a real job. Yes I can proudly say that I am part of the white collar, 40 hours a week, 8am-5pm world. So as Linus said we we'll see how our schedules come together this fall, and how morning bathroom time turns out to be.

Patterns

We have settled into certain patterns at Flock Hall... call it the Rhythm of Summer. All too soon, classes will start and a new rhythm will have to be established. No more staying up late hanging out and talking. No more afternoons spent napping. No more sleeping in just because we can. No more wandering around downtown with nothing to do. In one week, most of us will be back into the grind of school, and our relaxed commune-style house will have to turn into an academic cloister.

A part of me wants to really go all out this week - burn the last few days of Summer in a white-hot excess. I want to stay out late every night amongst the other Summer dwellers of Laramie, before the influx of students brings Fall with them. Of course that part of me still thinks I'm 25 and can do that sort of thing without paying much of a price.

A quieter, saner part of me wants to get ready for the semester by going to bed earlier each night. Setting my room and desk to rights, eating properly, getting some exercise every day, meditating, and preparing myself for the mental efforts to come. That part of me is apparently an 80 year old nun. I'm thinking of quietly stuffing her in a confessional and locking the door.

No doubt, I will do a little of both. I might get to bed a bit earlier, but it's not likely that I'll do it every night - I want to get out to the kite field at least once for a night fly. I'll probably try to get my life a bit more organized, but I'm not going to alphabetize my bookcase. I'm curious how the rest of the inmates here will handle the change... the next few weeks should be interesting.

Liquid Crackalicious

So I just got this new mix and am going to be brewing bout a gallon every morning. Cats rock. It's 2 parts mate, 2 parts coffee that has had the chance to steep for a few days, and one part lady gray to give it that "arrogant little vintage" feel. Bunnies are fast. It is kicking my ass around the call center and i told a woman to piss up a rope a few seconds ago. Snakes are evil.

VIVA LA CAFFEINE!!!

Ghetto Fabulous

Flock Hall is in the ghetto - on a dead-end street, next to an overpass, down by the train tracks, with a neighbor who plays his drum set at odd hours of the night. In spite of the almost constant noise, our downstairs neighbor has decided that we are keeping him up at night.

I grant that there have been two parties recently, and that Ben, Mark, and I tread the hundred-year-old stairs like angry buffalo, but come on - the freight trains blowing their whistles as they go by at 60mph don't wake you, but chairs scraping on the kitchen floor do? Funking prink*...


At any rate, I have added a piece of ghetto fabulous furniture. I think that twelve cinderblocks and four 1x8s makes a lovely wall unit, and compliments the pale green walls very nicely. For the first time since coming to Laramie in the fall of 2002, I am fully unpacked.

*See "Shaun of the Dead"