return of panchita

I apologize for not updating. My irresponsible pothead hermit roommate didn't pay the internet bill for a week. But alas, we told her she had too and now I have returned.

girl anachronism

I apologize for my choppy and anachronistically challenged posts lately, but I'm dealing with an unreliable internet connection here, folks. You're lucky to get what you did.

Oh, and what's up with Caroline Kennedy withdrawing her name from consideration for Hillary Clinton's open Senate seat? Did anyone else find the notion of a Kennedy (obviously Uncle Ted doesn't count) back in politics nostalgic? (Or would I have to have lived during that time period to count it as nostalgia??? Speaking of anachronistically challenged, maybe I am?) I always had a mysterious admiration for her, despite not knowing that much about her.

randomness

Alright, there's no way to avoid this being random, so I may as well embrace it...

The last 5 days of Buca have been utterly exhausting and, in all ways, unbearable. I can't say I didn't make money, but it certainly wasn't worth tolerating the horror that was Christmas Eve followed by the insanity that was the power outage. At least now I have some time off in order to recuperate and manage my life.

Ironically enough, now that I do have some time to take care of these necessities, I've developed a sore throat. And in the world of Megan and her health, this means that I'm getting sick. It's inevitable. Super.

As a result of my crazy workweek, I bought new work shoes. I attribute half of my complaints to the fact that my work shoes sucked. This was no surprise, as I bought them on sale at Payless for five dollars. I thought I just needed something to get me through a week or two, but alas, I am in Hawaii longer than I thought. So I invested in some Crocs. That's right. I'm a convert.

I have to be moved out of this apartment by Wednesday. Although I have no idea as to exactly how this will take place, it must be done. And much cleaning will be involved. It may be a hassle, but I have no hesitation in bidding farewell to the Nazi douche bag that frequently haunts the front desk. More on him later. He's a story, in and of itself.

Seriously, this sore throat is a bitch. My sleeping habits better not be affected. I need to pass out in that beautiful bed of mine as soon as my sheets are done in the dryer. Insomnia has taken it's toll enough on me this week.

I need to call my Mom.

I need to purchase a new camera.

I need a decent internet connection.

I think I lost 5 pounds.