TV makes me fat
Today has been a good day, but I've been feeling oddly lethargic, and thusly could tell you about every show that happened during primetime and at least four hours prior to it. I did absolutely nothing. I'm sure there were zounds of things that I could have been doing, but I didn't do anything. I ate a lot of cherries though, as my parents evidently harvested and brought back an orchard of them. They say (starting sentences with "they" representing some sort of omnipotent force, is my grandma's favorite thing to do) that cherries if overindulged on will give you the runs but really it's a load of...well, you get it.
I realized today, and it is humourous a little but mostly sad, that I have no idea what sort of procedure goes into getting "the internets" hooked up in an apartment. I've never had to do it before, and when I thought about how to do it, all that came to mind is the collective hearsay of millions of other people who bitch about it constantly. So dumb.
Was supposed to go to coffee with an old girlfriend today and lost her phone number. Now, I feel like a big shithead, because I totally did want to see her. On the subject of old girlfriends... My dress for the wedding is here. I have yet to pick it up and get it altered, but I suppose I should get on that. Fuck.
August?
*Move.
*wedding
*quit smoking (of course, I could get a heads up on that now)
Rest of July?
*spend no money
*get new bank
*get student loan/or SLC
*Fucking Register.
*Curl up and die.
*Confirm place to live (not in this order)
All my fridays off are evidently going to have some good use after all.
I did a tally of future monthly expenditures (not including school crap) and it came to something like $592 a month[1]. However, it might be fifty bucks less if by some chance between the two of us we only spend fifty bucks a month each on groceries.
[1] This isn't including internet/phone bills, or laundry money, because I have no clue what the former two will cost at this point.