I feel like I’m starting experience cabin fever. This seems to happen every couple of weeks if I don’t get out of the house too much, and lately I haven’t been out much. Just a meeting for work last Monday, taking my brother to get some clothes from home and out on the front porch. It’s pathetic, and I really shouldn’t let myself get this way, but with the way the weather’s been lately, I really don’t feel like straying too far.

While I was at my mom’s with Blaine, I noticed she was looking through some linoleum for, presumably, the bathroom floor. Her and Bart have been working on the house on Sundays, trying to get things done. I think she’s hoping to move back in with him before her next lease is up. It was one of those really earthly looking designs. I think it would look really nice with one of those vessel sinks I saw on TV. They have some really neat designs, like faucets that come out of the medicine cabinet door.

I always like watched home improvement shows. I guess I think I would be fun to do something like that. I never thought too much about it before. Definitely too late for a career choice, not that I’d want to. I think it’s just more fun in theory than in practice. I doubt I’d have the patience for that line of work. Some people are just too picky to please.

Argh, it’s been a long day, and it’s only 1:30. My grandma is about on my last nerve today. I don’t think she realizes how absolutely aggravating she can be. Sometimes I just want to tell her to shut up because it seems like she just never stops. My patience is thin enough as it is these days, and I really don’t need another reason to just snap at someone. It seems like she’s just dead set on making it happen. Then she’ll get upset and act like I’m the devil’s spawn or something.

Anyway, my mom came out last night to pick up Tori, and to my surprise she stayed for at least a couple of hours. Normally, she doesn’t stick around for very long. They were talking about this woman she works with. Apparently her dad is really bad about starting projects and not finishing them. I guess he started putting new cabinets in her kitchens and never finished. I asked why she couldn’t finish because she didn’t have the doors on the cabinets. What’s so hard about putting a door on a cabinet and adding some door hardware if it doesn’t come with the door already?

People are stupid. That is my general opinion right now, and I suspect as the next few days pass this opinion will only get worse. I just need to finish this semester and graduation and regain my sanity. Please.

So, let’s see - I’m stressed. Lots of stuff for finals to finish and not enough hours in the day. I was nominated for some award for my “achievements.” Whatever those are. I get to graduate with honors because of my “outstanding academic accomplishments.” So, apparently someone thinks I’ve achieved or accomplished something worth while. I’m too stressed to reflect right now.

I feel as though I scoured every store in town Friday evening looking for something to wear to give my presentations at the end of the semester. Tried lots of things on, but didn’t have much luck in the way of anything that I deemed appropriate. I’m guessing my breasts probably shouldn’t by hanging out for this sort of thing. Not that they typically are, but someone thinks that nice tops require lots of cleavage. I’m not a fan of the cleavage, I must admit, but then again, that’s just me.

Also, Friday morning we had an EARTHQUAKE. In Indiana. No joke. It woke me up around 5:30 in the morning. I jumped up and said,”What the hell is going on?” My room was shaking and I was tired and confused and I didn’t like it one bit.

So, I’m feeling less than lovey toward Hanson right now, but I have to admit that the “Let’s Get It On” and “Lovefool” singage has made me feel a little warm and cuddly toward them. Only a little. It would be more if Zac showered. *cough* For anyone that’s confused and thinks I’m crazy, I’m referring to their interview on WZPL the other day while they were in Indianapolis.

I also feel like my head might explode from Twilight overload. Over the last few days I finally had a chance to catch up in the Twilight communities I’m a member of and I’ve seen a handful of Twilight related videos, all of which consisting of RPattz!Edward Cullen yumminess and I melted into a puddle of mush. The fact I have to wait until December for this movie is killing me. And I need Breaking Dawn, like 3 months ago, please. I’m embarrassed to admit the number of times I’ve read Twilight. ‘Tis insane. Possibly obsessive. I just can’t help myself.

So sometimes this week I’m going to have to go back out on the hunt for a decent shirt to wear, and I also need to buy a new a new flash drive. I already have two usb flash drives, but they’re both getting full, and at this point, I really can’t get rid of anything because the minute I do, I’ll need something off of it because that’s just my luck.

So I think I’m going to work on some more stuff for class tomorrow because I head to bed. I feel like I am a slave to the school. I spent Friday and Saturday there. My current hobbies consist of homework, Twilight fangirling, homework, reading Twilight fan fiction, homework, reading riveting Dramione fiction that makes me check daily to see it’s been updated, homework, sleep, homework, watching Veronica Mars and homework. Pathetic.

My mom likes to forward emails to me that she gets from her friends. Normally, I don’t like forwards, but a lot of the ones my mom sends are pretty funny. I suppose that just goes to show how similar our senses of humor are. She sent me one yesterday with the subject ‘Reason For “Holy Shit.’” I have to admit that they were pretty amusing to look at.

This one, as pictured below, looks like someone has been using a little bit too much creatine ethyl ester. Honestly, though, I’m not sure if the picture is even real. There were quite a few of them that I wasn’t really sure about. Either way, they were fun to look at. Good for a laugh.

Speaking of my mom, I went shopping with her yesterday. I finished the last of my Christmas shopping and bought my brother’s birthday present. Overall, it wasn’t too terribly bad at the stores. A bit crowded, but nothing like Black Friday. My mom also took Tori and got her ears pierced. It cost $30, which is just insane. I was really surprised, though, because Tori didn’t cry. She’s tougher than me. That’s for sure.