At least I try to be stitched together with good intentions.

I would like to preface this post by saying that I in no way claim to be perfect. In fact, I've always been very open about my flaws and personalty quirks. I have hypocritical tendencies, but I'm working on them. Seriously.

I'm a broke grad student so naturally... I live with my parents. Not my ideal lifestyle but I have to do what I have to do. Besides, it's this or living in the little hobo shack on the railroad tracks behind the local KFC. What does this charming arrangement entail, you may ask?

1) Having anything I leave laying out for longer than 10 minutes (I'm not joking, either) either thrown into my room, thrown down into the basement or onto the deck. I once left a shirt in the basement on top of the dryer, sitting to let stain remover soak in (cause I'm all domestic and shit) and it disappeared within the hour.

2) If I leave anything in the kitchen (like say, a bottle I'm going to be all eco-friendly with and reuse for green tea on my travels to work the next day) it gets thrown away. Same goes for coffee cups, milk cartons, soup cans (I like to bake in them...), and cookie tins... Today I put meat out on the counter to thaw for dinner and left the house for an hour to get gas (big mistake) and I return to it put back in the freezer.

3) When I moved home I was forced to combine a small apartments worth of stuff with my already full bedroom because I'm no longer allowed to store stuff in the attic or basement (stipulation: UNLESS it's thrown there by my pissed off mother.) So I can no longer walk through my bedroom, or find anything, and I'm pretty sure a gaggle of orphaned children could be camping out amongst the wreckage and I'd have no damn idea.

4) I have a small little basket (it's like one of those fork utensil organizer baskets you find at a dollar store) worth of space in the bathroom to shove my make up, deodorant, perfume, moisturizer, straightener, any hair products, and blow dryer in. Anything that comes out of said basket gets thrown in either a) the under storage space (where I'm pretty sure stink bugs have made a nest) or, you may have guessed it, b) back into my room.

There's so much more, but that's the logistics for my stuff. Me as a person, could be a whole other post... It's such a emotionally and mentally rewarding lifestyle. I love playing hide and seek with my work pants on a regular basis, ya know?? But what can I say... I'll refer anyone who has anything to say about my appearance at work at 8 am  or when I have random anxiety attacks mid-day, to this post. I've discussed this all with my past shrinks, too. They seemed to think I have the situation under control.

On a completely different note, I've decided I need to be way more self sufficient so today I learned all about my car. I now know how to fill the oil, windshield wiper fluid, brake fluid, and power steering. And how to check all of them. Next I'm going to need someone to show me how to fix a flat tire. I know I learned in drivers ed in high school. But back then I didn't even have my license and therefore reasoned there not being a need to know such a dirty job. 23-year-old Megan would like to smack 16-year-old Megan across the face. Cause I'm sick of calling AAA every time I have a car problem. The guy in the big yellow tow truck and I have become quite close over the past few years.

I've also had some extremely odd dreams lately. Mostly they pertain to work but one in particular had all my Sims families come to life narrated by my friend Bill doing strange poses and such. It was almost like a Big Brother-esque feel and Bill was the Julie Chen of the Sims world... only not a woman and not Chinese.

Cheers to the freaking weekend...