I like waffles and fall

The fact that I'm awake right now and have managed to somehow get seven hours of sleep scares the ever-loving christ out of me. This is the way it's going to be come the fall though: up at 6am, drive El Matt to work, catch a train to Boston for school... I'm still not a morning person.

Today is the day that Dawn and Mike find out (hopefully) what sex Da Baby is. I was supposed to be there this week-end, but my internal organs have ganged up on me and I very well might be dead. But yea, I'm excited for her, as well as excited to know.

Does this sound incoherant? It should. I just crawled out of bed.

Mommy and I are going to see my Gramma and Grampa today. This makes my miserable, cold, damp Monday a lot happier. We're leaving at 9am, I think, which gives me an hour nap... or not...

It's beginning to feel a lot like fall outside. I noticed, yesterday, that some of the leaves are starting to turn already. I actually really like fall a lot, so I can't complain. During the heatwave, I kept fantasizing about picking apples, pumpkins, the smell of woodsmoke, and wearing sweaters. I'm so emolicious.. I like sweaters. I digress, fall really is an awesome season.

I'm cooking a waffle and have lost my train of thought because it smells really good and I'm fairly hungry.

So, anyhow, my current goal is to join a gym within the next couple of weeks. I'm hoping not to get pneumonia or bronchitis this winter and maybe being vaguely active will help with this. Probably not, though.

Waffle + ding = no more journaling.

It's a boy!!

I just heard Canadian geese migrating. Fall is definitely coming. I'm probably the only person who is excited about geese at 6:20 in the morning. I absolutely love geese. I raised them when I was a kid (as pets, not food) and they happen to be much cooler than ducks.

So... Yesterday was the big day. Dawn sent me the ultrasound pictures (which I have and will gladly send you because I am a creep) and... drumroll please... it's going to be a baby boy! The name they have settled on, right now, is Jordan, but they're also thinking about Austin, Bradley, and Brendan. I personally like Austin.

I'm being attacked by Middle Eastern men. Joy. It's not that I'm particularly hate them, though I'm actually really starting to, but I really don't feel like trying to translate broken English at 6:30 in the morning. Actually, I really don't like them because, without fail, they are rude and never want to talk about anything but sex, and when I don't want to talk about that, they become irate.

I'm going to eat my chocolate poptart now.

Not a productive day

I avoided productivity today. I needed to call Blaine and finish cleaning my room up. I did neiher. I did, however, decide to start redecorating my room as soon as possible. I'm really tired of looking at nothing but four off-white coloured walls. I'd actually really like to repaint them. Even the same shade of cream would be fine. They're just so smudged and dirty looking. I'll have to ask the Evil Landlord if that would be all right with him. I don't see why it wouldn't be. I mean, technically, it would be saving him money.

Anyhow, I started looking for material for curtains today. I haven't seen anything, so far, that really caught my eye, but I did find some fleece material that I would like to make a blanket out of. I just need to find out if we have a sewing machine before I buy the material. I'm not that dedicated to redecorating. I also need to get my act together and see about how much I will need to put down on a new bed. My bed now is, to be kind, pathetic.

I originally had a futon when I first moved to Massachusetts. I managed to sleep on it for almost three years, but it started to really hurt my spine. So, last winter, my mommy bought me a bed. She bought it from Mattress Discounters, which is the worst place in the world to purchase anything. It's slightly smaller and shorter than a normal double bed, so I could never get sheets to stay on it. The springs are all misshapen, the box spring broke the month after the warantee expired, the thick wire framing around the mattress somehow managed to snap and bend up, and so firth. Plus, it hurts my back more than the futon ever did. My doctor implored me to buy a water bed. Now I just need the funds.

Wow.. The sun just literally set in the last ten minutes. It was still light outside when I took out the garbage and now it's dusky. Coincidentally, this is my favourite time of the day. I have my window open right now, watching the cars go by and the sky get progressively darker. It's pretty cool to be able to just sit and watch everything happen while I drink my cup of Pumpkin Spice coffee and let my MacIntosh Apple candle burn down.

That sunset was a perfect metaphor for life. It'd like how you see your life as being one way and unchanging and then, all of a sudden, you look up and nothing it the same and you realised that you've missed out on a lot. I feel like that a lot lately, only that I have yet to look up. It feels like all I'm doing right now is waiting: waiting to start school, waiting to go back to college, waiting to graduate, to move out... It feels like everything is stalled, like it's five minutes before a storm hits. You know that it's coming, the air is quiet and heavy and there's nothing to do, but wait for that breaking point.

It's completely dark outside now. For some reason, it feels like it should be the middle of December, not August.

I'm going to eat my last Pop-Tart.