This is what you'll get.

So the room repainting didn't happen like I had hoped because my mom let my dad find out. He doesn't understand that repainting the room really meant a lot to me. These green walls are driving me insane, and I needed something new. Something different. No more cluttered walls. Something plainer and not so brain-throbbing. I know it sounds weird, but these walls are stressing me out. It's like, as soon as you enter the room your eyes are flooded with this awful bright green color. It's been 5 years. My dad can't understand that I'm x-tremely sensitive to the littlest things, and those little things can drive me mad. Like these walls. He thinks it's a waste of money. Especially since the room isn't going to be used very frequently after the next 7 or 8 months. And redecorating the room wasn't just about the scenery change. It gave me a reason to wake up before noon every day. I had a purpose. So far I've been jobless and have had nothing else going on, and the redecoration gave me something to do. I love designing and redoing things. I'm sad about it.

Anyway, enough complaining about that. The Panic! at the Disco concert was last night and it was... different. I mean, the performances were great, but the crowd was awful. There was this big group of girls around me that screamed every last word to all the Panic! songs. It drove me insane. And then they were yelling and cussing at each other because they were getting pushed around and other random stuff. And these were like, 14 year old girls. Gah. And then there was this girl during The Hush Sound's set that was all up onz. Eek. Then other things happened that I'd rather not relive. All in all, I got my spleen beaten out of me. Thank goodness I didn't need that thing. I also had gotten 4 hours of sleep the night before, which didn't help. After it was all over, I was ready to pass out, and I easily could have. The only thing stopping me was the embarrassment I'd feel when I regained consciousness. I think my favorite part of the entire show was when Panic! played Karma Police. I almost died of joy overdose. It was easily my favorite because 1. It's freaking Radiohead, and 2. None of the dumb people around me knew the song, so they couldn't scream in my ears. I loves me some Radiohead. It's been stuck in my head ever since, and I have no problem with that.

Feng wha?

I'm redecorating my room this weekend while Rachel and Elizabeth are out of town and I pretty much have no idea how I'm decorating it. Which is kind of a good thing. I'm really good at throwing things together when I have a starting point, but I don't actually have one yet. So, I'm taking a poll. All I need to figure out is what color to paint the walls. It can be any color other than green, since they're already green, and must actually be a color. So no white, Phillip. You can suggest an accent wall, themes, whatever. The suggestion just has to include a wall color. I'm going to prime on Saturday and paint on Sunday. So... if you read this before Monday give me a suggestion, whether you think it's good or not. It could prompt an idea. Please, I'm desperate. Also, I might bake my muse a cake or cookies or something in payment for my thanks. That reminds me: Phillip, what do you want as your prize?

Why am I even still conscious?!

Today has been... different. I didn't run tonight like I planned on, so shame on me. The diet is going well, though. Just... nobody invite me out to eat, because that'll ruin it. Church smelled like gasoline. The van smelled like dead fish. Either I'm sick and can't smell properly, or... things smell weird. The internet in my room is working, as I said last post, although it's really only working because someone named "William" has wireless nearby and I'm stealing it. It's not exactly my fault that I'm stealing it. I mean, we have it here at the house, it's just that my room is so far away from the router that I don't get a very strong signal. If I knew who William was I'd bake him a cake and leave it on his doorstep or something to thank him for it, but I don't know my neighbors very well. And that would be a waste of a perfectly good pan that I'll probably never get back. I like bedroom internet much more than downstairs. This way I can access it whenever I want, and not have to stare at Travis for 10 minutes until he finally gets off, or have Rachel yell at me to go away, or have Austin poke me until I let him have it, or have Elizabeth be all up in my grill wondering what I need it for all the time. Then this way no one can look over my shoulder when I'm typing, because my shoulders are against a wall. In their faces. All I really need in here is a refrigerator and I'll feel right at home, back in the dorm room. I mean, I have the TV, computer, phone, microwave, and coffee maker all in here right now. Plus the roommate, who makes me really really miss Cristen. Sure, she came home drunk sometimes and puked for an hour in the bathroom which I could hear through the paper-thin walls, but at least she was a happy drunk and never yelled at me for trying to clean up. This is longer than it should be. I know why I'm awake, but it's 30 minutes past, and my reason still hasn't manifested itself... :/ Oh, and today is technically Lizzie's birthday, so if anyone happens to see her or have any contact with her wish her a happy birthday. She'd like that. Another good thing about having the internet in my room is that I can make blog posts nekked. "She didn't... Did she?!" And you'll never know...

It's a miracle!

Finally, after 3 different wireless adapters, $75, and weeks of frustration, I have internet access in my room. Finally. I'm so freaking excited. You have no idea. This is wonderful on so many levels. I am currently posting from my room, too. Which is also awesome. I think I'm going to pat myself on the back. Yeah... that feels nice.