My couch is a hungry little fella

I got an MP3 player for Christmas last year. It was really nice to have for the commute to and from school every day. Actually, to be honest, I almost never let a week go by without skipping school at least one day - so "every day" is probably not the appropriate phrase here. But that's another story.

Anyway, I am once again commuting to and from school and having that MP3 player made such a difference - the first day of class, that is. You see, upon arriving home after that first day, I discovered that someone had stolen it from me. I'd had it in my pocket, and my suspicion was that someone on the crowded bus lifted it without me even noticing (obviously, I wasn't using it at the time). I searched all through my purse and backpack to make sure, but it wasn't there. The poor little guy was a goner.

A few weeks later (aka last night) I was performing that age-old ritual that men and women around the world continue to perform to this day - I was hunting for the remote. I looked under the couch, around the couch, retraced my steps to figure out where I might have laid it, but to no avail. So I decided to do it all again. As I was peering underneath the couch cushions, I spotted something small and round. Upon further examination, I discovered that it bore a striking resemblance to one of the earpieces of my beloved old MP3 player. The thought of the little guy brought a single tear to my eye. "No," I thought, "I'm not going to cry. He wouldn't want me to." Quickly I blinked the tear away in an effort to do justice to the memory of my little friend. As I did so, I leaned in closer, attempting to identify the object. There was a cord attached to it. No! It couldn't be... but it was! Frantically I grasped at the earpiece and cord, hoping against hope that it was still plugged in to the MP3 player. I was a little afraid to put my hand inside the jaws of the couch, but if there was a chance that my funny little friend was there, no way could I leave him hanging. So I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and plunged my hand into the depths of the couch, following the cord. Before I knew it, I was up to my shoulder. I broke into a cold sweat. "Think of happy things," I told myself, "remember the good times you used to have with your MP3 player, that'll pull you through." I took a deep breath, reached down a little further - and there he was! We were reunited! The good times weren't over after all!

Now, I know you're probably wondering if I ever found my remote. The answer is "yes." It was way underneath the couch. Yeah, that couch is a tricky little character. He's got shifty eyes and I don't trust him. But I think the real question is: Why am I spending my time writing this blog when I have a 5-page outline for a 15-page paper due on Monday and I'm not even sure when I'm going to find the time to write that? I'm not going to answer that. I'm just going to end this post.

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So I'm a little overdue for a post. I think the main problem is that I always wait for a reason or some sort of motivation to post. Why not just sit down and write something? So that's what I'm doing this time.

Just 10 days left until classes start up again. I think that's a good thing. It should be interesting going back to juggling a full load of classes and part-time work. Last year not only did I not have a job, but I didn't actually study except for during finals, either. That won't really be an option when I have to write papers and things.

On the workfront, things are going well. I've worked there just under a month and I feel pretty comfortable. I'm getting lots of hours, too. It's kind of funny, though. I think I actually prefer opening, even though it means I have to be at work by 4 am. I like the morning setup and it's nice getting off in the middle of the day. I'll probably be closing a lot once classes start. I don't mind that either, though. One thing is for sure, I'm definitely still taking full advantage of the free beverages. Most of the time I get one before work, one after work, and one at each break - so on a full day of work, that's 5 drinks. One or two of them are usually Passion Tea Lemonades, so it's not all coffee. However, the fact that each of the other drinks often have 4 shots of coffee in them, probably makes up for that... heh heh heh *twitches*

Here's a funny story: I bought a sectional couch off of Craig's List last week. I had been looking for one for a few weeks, but the problem was that I didn't have much money or any way to move a couch if I got one. Anyway, this one was advertised for pretty cheap and the guy told me he could deliver it. I went to look at it and it seemed to be in pretty good shape. So I bought it. We brought the shorter piece in first, without too much trouble. As we were carrying the longer piece in, one of my neighbors spotted us and came over to give us a hand. But when we tried to maneuver it through the entryway, we saw that it simply wasn't going to fit. So we thought maybe we could pass them through the windows. No such luck. We discovered that although the smaller panes were removable, the larger ones were riveted in place. That left one option: the balcony. I have large sliding glass doors in my living room that lead to my balcony/deck. That would seem like the obvious choice, huh? Why didn't we do that in the first place? The problem is, there is no outside exit from the balcony and it's on the second floor. But since that was our only alternative, we loaded the section back in the guy's blazer and he drove around to the back of the building. He and my neighbor turned the section up on its end and my neighbor called one of his friends (who was two doors down) to come and help. Then the friend came to my apartment and out on the balcony. As the two guys down below lifted the section up, we grabbed it and pulled it over the rail. From there it was a piece of cake. I felt bad that they all went to so much trouble, but it was a bit funny. Anyway, the couch is quite comfortable and I've really been enjoying it.