So I've been a little remiss in starting this very personal blog of mine. I probably should have been writing in it ever day like a diary, but as I sometimes forget, I don't *do* diaries. I was cured of that at about age twelve. thanks andy :-P.

Either way, I suppose some interesting things have happened that I should probably recount. One, I streaked my hair neon red, which under certain lights looks pink. I'm strangely okay with that I really love it actually. I feel like a secret rock-star or something.

Is it wrong that with my roomie being gone in less than a week, and making constant messes everywhere, that I don't clean my house until she's gone? I mean, really, what is the point of ripping the place apart and massively overhauling it if she's A) not going to help (she never does) and B) in fact, going to hinder it all by doing stupid silly things like making food and then filling the sink with dishes and NOT cleaning the stove right after I've cleaned? I hate to say it, but I feel like my mother, or a mother. Really, there's no point to it. I enjoy a clean house and a messy room. Just how I roll. She enjoys a clean room and messy house. Not how I roll. *sigh*

So I started a book for my niece, because I feel like a terrible Auntie, having not seen her since she was two weeks old, and is now nearing 3 months. I really like the book - it's a fantasy, and I've come up with a really neat way of using magic - think whirling dervishes inscribing huge mandalas in the air, their bodies being the tool through which the magic flows - through the body is most powerful, because the magic is less diluted, then in the focus, a staff or wand, and then there are the small magics - charms and cantrips. Mages have towers for a reason - the air gives them more space to work magic.

That really tells you nothing about the book, which I suppose is a good thing, being as I don't yet have copy-right, etc.

I have one trip I have to make this weekend, and I'm finding the idea of lounging around minus 1 hr to be almost totally inconcievable. What am I going to do all weekend when I've sworn off big cleaning? well, other than writing? I'm going to DL kung-fu panda and watch that, maybe write my self-eval, read, and watch TV. I'm becoming my mother. I feel guilty doing nothing. I know I need to relax a bit and just let my body right itself, but that's extremely tough for a girl who is all go-go-go all the time. I slept from 6:30 pm -9:00 am last night, and I know I needed it. I dreamt the whole night. I realize my body is trying to take advantage of the time I have to recouperate and get the REM sleep back, but I want to have energy NOW. not a week or two down the road. I want to be able to go to the gym, to work out, to start running in the mornings and doing Yoga. I really just want to be a better person. I want to get my life on track in terms of finances, and health and career. I guess I'm just ready to take my life to another level, and get started making smart life choices. One more year, and I can actually do it.

In one more year, I will never have to have a roommate again!