Freeeeee!

So, my last day of Borders has come and gone. My farewell present from the co. was an extra 4 hours tacked onto my shift when the GM decided to have a breakdown the day the VP visited the store. Wee!

We went to a bar called The Blue Fig for my going away party-- our usual Thursday haunt, where you can get 39 cent wings and listen to drunk people sing karaoke; also, it's been held up at least twice already. But it's a hip place with a good vibe, especially on the roof where you can spot the elusive praying mantis in his natural habitat, drinking a beer (no joke).

A lot of friends were able to show up, including this weirdo I knew in high school who has since moved to Maryland. That weirdo is my good friend Boja, who drove all the way to Ohio so he could watch me cut myself, eat NO pie, and say "Whatever you want to do," in this chill, Tao kind of way. He's reminiscent of a young Tim Roth, without the accent or the impossible amount of blood. He squints right before he says something snarky, and apparently he used to be a gymnast (he claims he can still do a front handspring). Whoa.

So I'm picking Jana up at the airport tonight. She's comin' home! I was just reading a journal of hers from 2nd grade, where she literally wrote, "I wish Reshanne was bones in the dirt." We are so past that now. I wrote in a 5th grade journal, "I don't really like being a twin." Then I cut all my hair off and turned psycho for a couple of years.

Oh, and we must go to Chicago at one point, but right now I don't know when. Jana has yet to obtain her visa. I don't have mine yet either, but I'm working on it. I received a message yesterday that my application is being reviewed by the border agency, which will determine whether I am worthy of dishing out thousands of US dollars overseas. My biggest fear of the day is that they won't accept my visa picture because it was taken by an idiot at the licensing bureau and that idiot didn't ask me to take off my GLASSES. Cool blue Chicago might not be impressed by small town idiots. Also, it can take up to 15 days for my visa to be reviewed, so I am cutting it really close. Whatever, I've left my life up to fate-- which usually doesn't turn out so well. Well, we shall see.


Hey!-- JOFFREY BALLET TOMORROW-- I completely forgot! Another weirdo just called to remind me about it. Exciting!

Also, I made tapioca! This is how you do it: Dish 3 tbsp of tapioca into a pan, add 1/3 cup sugar, 2 3/4 cup of (soy) milk and add one egg. Stir constantly until it comes to a boil, remove from heat, add 1 tsp vanilla, let cool for 20 minutes, then enjoy your pudding while watching 13 episodes of Hey Arnold on Netflix Instant Play.

T-minus 18 days!