you'll not feel the drowning.

Things I've done over the past few days:

• CLEANED. Grandma (Dad's mom) arrived here last night, so in preparation for her visit I cleaned various parts of the house. She's staying in my room, and I've been so busy that I rarely do anything in there besides sleep, read and do homework in there, so it hasn't gotten very messy - it took me literally ten minutes to clean. I left a few things until the last minute, and I got home late and was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get them done before Grandma got here. Luckily, Mommy was home all day, and she finished straightening up my room. So Grandma's here, I'm sleeping in Monica's room, and week that she's here is going to be fun.


• Listened to The Decemberists' new album The Hazards of Love. I've only listened to it once in full, but my impression so far is that it's better listened to as a whole album rather than as individual songs. It's pretty interesting, but I think I prefer their earlier stuff from Picaresque and The Crane Wife; I'm gonna go as far to say that The Hazards of Love is to The Decemberists as Narrow Stairs is to Death Cab For Cutie. I think I'd be able to offer a more cohesive review once I've listened to it a few more times. So I'll do that.


• Read new spoilers for The Office, declared that season 5 pretty much sucks, and lost all hope that I'd be getting a Jim&Pam wedding. I HAD TO WAIT A WHOLE SEASON TO GET A FRAKKING PROPOSAL, NOW I'M GOING TO HAVE TO WAIT A WHOLE OTHER SEASON TO SEE A WEDDING, WHICH I COULD HAVE SEEN THIS SEASON HAD THE WRITERS NOT DICKED AROUND WITH ANDY/DWIGHT/ANGELA FOR THE FIRST HALF OF THE SEASON AND KEPT PAM IN NEW YORK. NOT FAIR.


• Hardly any homework. It was wonderful to just lounge around, sleep, and watch The West Wing season 2 without any major worries that I had more important things to do, especially after the weeks I'd been through.


• Wrote my story for inrevelations. It's making me frustrated - I've got it planned out in my head, and when I put it down on paper, it doesn't sound as good. I'm reading other people's entries, and even though I shouldn't compare my stuff to theirs, mine seems much, much worse. I hope the person I wrote it for in enjoys it. And I'm worried that I won't reach/exceed the 800 word minimum. So I'll keep writing and self-editing, read others stories, and have mine ready by Friday. I hope it turns out as well as I think it will.


• Got psyched about Obama's press conference tonight, though I'm pissed that it messes up my TV watching schedule.