Monday, April 29, 2013

My Birthday!!!

I'm going to the Tigers game with Bruce!!!
My Tigers Manicure. I did it myself!
I did a mani pedi 2 days ago, and it still looks awesome if I do say so myself. I'm really excited. I'm heading over to Bruce's now so we can spend the day together. I'll update this post as I have things to say. :)
Before I left for Bruce's I found money in  a purse I hadn't used in years, which was neat, and I took this picture of myself.
This is what I looked like all day long. I was the birthday princess.
And yes, my bathroom is very girly.

So, Bruce took me to my favorite restaurant for dinner, and I got what I always get, not because I'm boring, (Bruce) but because I love it. And Bruce got a filet. Apparently it was delicious, because I wasn't allowed to touch him while he was eating it, because it would "disrupt the experience"... Yeah, my boyfriend isn't strange at all.

Max Scherzer Pitching
The other pitcher pitching...
I just like this one because you can clearly see the ball.

After Prince's 3 run homer.

After the game. They won!! I was soo happy.
And Bruce didn't complain about being at the game at all. He actually said he liked it. So, the master plan of making him a fan of baseball is working... kinda. But the important thing is that we had fun... And that I found money in my purse... Magic money makes everything more awesome.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Being a girl...

It sucks... 
This is pretty much the only way to describe it.
Also, Whomever made this comic is a genius. I Love It.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

50 Totally Random Questions

In case anyone wanted to know any of the following things about me... And even if you didn't, they're here anyway.

1. What is your best friend's name?
2. Where is the weirdest place you have a mole? 
On my butt.
3. Who was the hottest teacher you ever had? 
I thought my senior year English teacher would have been the hottest thing when he was in high school.
4. Have you ever made out in a movie theater?
5. What body part do you wash first? 
 My face.
6. Do you hover over the toilet in public bathrooms?
7. What's the strangest talent you have?
I couldn't think of one, so I asked both Bruce and Emily... Emily says that I have the ability to trip over flat surfaces. Bruce went somewhere else with it, however, once I gave him a death glare, He decided that it was my inability to not correct people's grammar/spelling.
8. Do you have an innie or an outtie?
9. What's your favorite flavored Pringles?
 Sour cream and cheddar.
10. Have you ever been tied up? 
11. What was the last thing you ever got grounded for?
 Ummm... is it bad that I can't exactly remember, because I've been grounded like a billion times?
12. Do you parallel park or drive around the block?
Parallel park, if I must.
13. Have you ever had two dates in one night?  
14. How many times have you been cussed out?   
15. Which shoe do you put on first? 
16. What is your favorite candle scent?
Peach Bellini (Bath and Body Works)
17. Have you ever been to a gay bar? 

18. What is your favorite way to style your hair?
Whatever is easy, and keeps it out of my face. So usually a ponytail... Although lately I've been doing a braid or giant claw clippy thing.
19. Is there one thing all of your love interests have had in common?
They've all been guys. They've all been older than me. That's two things, but I'll take it.
20. Did you French kiss before you were 16?
21. Have you ever been cow-tipping or snipe-hunting? 
22. Who is the last person you usually think about before you fall asleep?
Lately? Bruce.
23. Have you ever had a poem or a song written about you?
24. If you had to choose to not ever wash your bed sheets again or not wash your bath towel ever again, which would you rather not wash? 
Ergh... Gross... I'd be buying new ones of whichever I chose not to wash, That's for sure.
25. Have you ever found anything in your parents' bedroom that was questionable?
Um, like questionable how exactly?
26. What was your childhood nickname?
Didn't really have one. My mom called me punkin though if that counts.
27. When is the last time you played the air guitar?
Um.. Like 4 years ago, at least.
28. Have you ever peeked in the opposite sexes locker room?
29. What's the weirdest thing you have done while driving? 
I changed outfits. I've actually done that multiple times.
30. Have you ever bitten your toenails?
Yes. When I was little, to prove how flexible I was to my 'friends'...
31. How do you eat your cookie?
 With my mouth... Duh.
32. When working out at the gym, do you wear a belt? 
Um... I don't work out...
33. Name something you do when you're alone that you wouldn't do in front of others.
34. Have you ever broken any bones?  
Yes. Over 20.
35. Are you a spender or a saver?  
Little of both. I try to save more than I spend though.
36. How many drinks does it take before you get drunk?
Never been drunk, so I wouldn't know.
37. Have you ever sniffed an animal's butt? 
Decidedly not.
38. How often do you clean out your ears?
39. Do you scrunch or fold your toilet paper?
Depends on if it has squares or not.
40. About how many times a day do you pick a wedgie? 
41. Do you have any strange phobias?
Terrified of needles.
42. Have you ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?
43. What is the stupidest thing you've ever done at a bar?
I don't go to bars...
44. Have you ever been dared to do something you totally regretted? 
Hmmm... No, I don't think so.
45. Have you ever called your love interest by an ex's name?  
God No. That would be terrible.
46. Have you caught a guy/girl farting while on a date?
47. Have you ever played naked Twister?
For real? No. If this is a euphemism for sex, then yes. Yes I have played naked Twister.
48. Have you ever been drunk at work?
49. Have you ever found your date's/lover's brother or sister more attractive?
50. Do you want to bring sexy back?
Did it ever actually leave?

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Clothes Bruce.. Have You Heard of Them??

I Bring You More Weirdness from Emily and I...
Again, she's in blue.... I'm not. Also, any comments I make that were not part of the conversation are highlighted in turquoise.

I have awesome friends

Well, I know I'M awesome. idk about the rest of the people.

Though today I'm feeling very weird
I know you are.
And everyone else is too
Can you turn off my brain?

Ummm... ask someone to whack you with a 2x4, that should do it.
Oh... you didn't want a concussion? Ummm... Then I really don't have any helpful suggestions...


Did you see the shirts I found?

They're awesome

I found one for Bruce, lol.

lol bacon?

Here is exactly what I sent him: saw this... thought of you... because of your propensity to not wear shirts, I figured you should have a piece that lets people know that you are in fact wearing a shirt.


Because, seriously, when we hang out, he doesn't wear a shirt... like 90% of the time...


and I'm all.... "Clothes Bruce.. have you heard of them?" and then he just looks at me and acts like he's going to take his pants off...

. . . .

And I'm all "Stop that!! I'm a lady and I have delicate sensibilities"

And then he laughs because you just called yourself delicate

Actually that isn't what I say at all..

And then he didn't have to

I just whack him.


But were I to say that I can imagine his reaction... he would look at me like "are you friggin kidding right now?" and then he'd realize I called myself delicate, and then laugh.

Called it

And then he'd harass me about it for the rest of forever.
Like I will be harassing him about the two full fives forever.


None of that singles shit. I want my change in full fives damnit!
I want Scores of full fives!!! You hear me? Scores!

lol  (Apparently I Am HILARIOUS. . . Just Saying.)

I want a full score of full fives.
Yep... His life is going to be hell.


But yeah... I think I told you that I slipped up and told him that I felt dainty when he held me... he just will not let it die.


So I will never again be saying anything of that nature.


Emmy wasn't very vociferous in this part, but it's ok, she got to chat more later about her potential beau... Who I have decided on a whim to call Beau.

Monday, April 22, 2013


I turn 22, on the 29th. (Happy Birthday to me!)
My boyfriend, (Man I have got to come up with a decent pseudonym for him... I would go with "The Incredible Hulk" but, A.) that's even longer than typing 'my boyfriend' and B.) that would just add to his already gigantic ego... Oh! I got it, I'll call him Bruce... God I'm a nerd.) is taking me to the Tigers game on my birthday. :D
Now what you all don't know is that Bruce doesn't like baseball... I know, I know... It's Un-American. But, before you guys go after him with pitchforks and torches ablaze, you should know...

This Tiger is very upset you don't like baseball, BRUCE!!!
He's telling the townspeople to grab their torches and pitchforks!

He knows how much I love it, so he'll indulge my need to know about the Tigers, accepts that when we grab lunch or dinner at a place that is broadcasting the Tigers game, I will inevitably get distracted and tune him out to some degree, and he'll occasionally update me on the game if I'm somewhere where I can't watch it.

It would seem you've placated the one, Bruce.
Now you just have to deal with his two buddies...
However, the sweetest thing he's done, thus far, is turn on the TV at his place, and sit down and watch a few innings with me. AT HIS PLACE... He finds the channel the game is on, flips to it, and doesn't touch the remote again. Plus, he cuddles me while he's watching. He's a keeper for sure.

AND NOW?!?! He's taking me to a game, for my BIRTHDAY!!! Not because he'll enjoy it, but because he knows I'll enjoy it. (Hopefully I can get him into it too... *fingers crossed*) Plus it's a night game!!! :D Which is awesome, because A.) If it's chilly I can just cuddle up to him (not that I really need a reason to cuddle, it's just nice to have an excuse sometimes... I'm quite possibly an excessive cuddler...) B.) The eyes in the tigers on top of the score board glow green at night. and C.) What's more romantic than walking through downtown Detroit at night? (Kidding... I just felt like I needed to put more than 2 things in my list this time... Seriously though, if you've never been to/ aren't familiar with how to keep safe in a city, a night game is probably not the best idea for you.)

How cool is he? All lit up and stuff... Can't see the glowy eyes in this picture though.
So, basically I have the best boyfriend ever, and the funny thing is, he was disguised as my best guy friend for a little over 2 years... Who knew?

'Cause it's ONE, TWO, THREE STRIKES, I'm out... :P

Also, I grabbed all these pics from Google images, if they're yours and you want credit, just let me know. I have no problem crediting the rightful owner.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Not even DRUGS could make this class interesting.

So, I'm supposed to be studying for a Pharmacology final tomorrow... But it is terribly boring, and I've studied for it a bunch already. So, I'm going to take a nap I think... Also, I kinda wanna make up a T-shirt with the post title as a slogan on it, and distribute it to my classmates, because they are all pretty much feeling the same way, if my semester's nursing forum on Facebook is anything to go by...
Yep... We're all sick of it.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Walk and Pee... Just Walk and Pee

And I now bring you another excerpt of a conversation Emily and I had... Once again, She's in blue... (because it's her favorite color)

I'm gonna take a walk. I need to release some energy and go pee
relay for life was fun last night. I'm going to miss this when I graduate next year.

umm... I hope you're not planning to pee mid-walk.

lol nope

ok. good.

just walk to the nearest building, inside, and then pee
they'll never know it was me

in a toilet?

no, in a urinal. i've always wanted to try it

You go girl!

I might even meet my future husband


he so handsome

also... You GO girl...

Yes, we are secretly 5 year olds... Ok... So it's really not that big a secret...

Friday, April 12, 2013

Depression - The Struggle to Get Out of the Woods

This week I had to take a survey about Suicide Prevention as part of my training for my tutoring job, because I work directly with the student population, and  need to be able to recognize the symptoms and actions of someone who feels suicidal or is severely depressed. I have a pretty good grasp on that, because for a period of my life, I was, and in some ways still am, one of those people.

Depression is a topic that has been receiving more attention as of late. It has become seen as less of a "lack of strength/will" and more of a public knowledge issue. However it is still very hard for people to admit they have it. I have never had an issue admitting my issues. I have Clinical Depression. This admission often shocks the people around me, provided they don't know me that well. My friends are all aware that I'm medicated for both ADD and Depression. When I tell someone for the first time that I have Depression, the most common response I get to this admission is "No you don't." Which I find amusing to almost no end. Sometimes that response makes me wonder if I'm just that good at faking it. (I'm pretty sure I'm not.) But I do understand why people who don't really know me have a hard time believing I am clinically depressed. I often smile at strangers, crack jokes, make fun of myself, and generally have a seemingly positive outlook on life in general. I mean, I'm LOUD (my friends will confirm this without having to even think about it), in your face, unabashed, utterly unashamed of myself, and I grab every second I can and I am determined to have fun with those seconds. Because I can dammit!

The day of the senior picnic at my high school...
My last day of High School. And I enjoyed the hell out of it!
Despite the fact that internally I was flipping out because all of my friends
were going off to different schools and I was staying home
and commuting to school, and everything I was used to would be changing,
and maybe my friends would forget me and omg....
 But the fact of the matter is that I do have depression. It's something I deal with every single day. I am medicated for it, which helps a lot. It's no longer a battle every single day. But there are days where I do struggle. Medication helps, don't get me wrong, but it isn't a magic cure. I've struggled with suicide in the past, and even attempted to kill myself once, but I've gotten through thanks to the support of my loved ones.

Many people with depression say it's a darkness inside themselves, or that it's like a pit they fall into. It's not cute like they make it out to be in those commercials where the little black blob follows the cartoon lady around turning from a raincloud to a hole in the sidewalk. For many people it is a deep dark hole that sometimes they cannot crawl out of. For me, it's not a hole, although it is a dark and scary place. For me, Depression is pretty well summed up by this image.
What Depression feels like for Me.
Yep. A Disney Movie has a scene in it that pretty perfectly captures my depression episodes. For me depression is like those trees. Reaching for me all the time, however I'm able to keep out of their evil branchy grasp.... Until I'm not. And that's when I get sucked into my dark place.  And more often than not it's something little and stupid that sends me running headlong from this :
However if I were singing like Snow White is doing in this picture,
the animals would be fleeing for their lives...
I, to quote my mother, "can't carry a tune in a bucket."
To this:
I know it sucks Snow. Sometimes you fight and fight to get out,
but the trees just grab you and pull you back in. And it sucks.
And sometimes I'm able to untangle my dress from the clutch of the trees and make a dash for the forest's edge... and more often than not, I'm successful at getting away. But sometimes I'm not and the trees reach out and grab me again. And I end up spending far too much time in the dark forest.

When my depression is at it's worst I feel like this, terrified, and alone,
being reached for by some horrible monster wanting to consume me whole.
But I always know I have people around me who love me and would miss me if I were to do the horrible things the trees whisper to me as the wind blows. I force myself to get out of bed on the days when it's at it's worst, because if I don't then the trees win. I force myself out of bed and make myself do something that day, because if i don't then the depression wins. If I'm able to accomplish one thing that matters to me that day, then it means that I matter, that I make a difference, and the lies and hate spewed from the darkness are just that, lies. And I make myself remember that when I come out the other side of the forest, because I will get out, come hell or high water, I'm going to turn around and look at what sent me into the forest in the first place, and go:
What the crap? They're just some friggin branches...
Give me my dress back before you rip it! Paws off the cape pal!
That's what gets me through my days bad days. Knowing that on the other side I'm going to be able to realize that the things that send me running are just sticks and twigs. And they're going to break before I do. Because I have things in my life to live for, and I have goals, and people who love me.
If you are stuck in your personal forest, or whatever your depression manifests as to you, remember, there are people that love you and want to help you. Hell, I love you and want to help you, and we haven't ever spoken to each other most likely.

Suicide is not the answer. I know. I tried it, and have the scar to show for it. In the 7 years since my attempt it has faded significantly and healed very well, it's now just a pale spot on the inside of my right wrist that is only truly noticeable when I get a tan. I'm not ashamed of it however. It's a part of my life. One of the dumbest parts of my life, I admit, but I am not ashamed of it. I am disappointed in myself for attempting to kill myself, no question about it, but I am not ashamed of the scar. It reminds me every time I look at it that I am stronger than the depression. That I am capable of saving myself, and that I am better than the trees whisper that I am. And so are you.

Don't let the lies the trees whisper get to you. They're lies. Plain and simple. And you are better than lies. If you feel hopeless and like you have no where to turn, that isn't true. there are many places. If you can't talk to your family or friends about how you feel, call a hotline. And if you are unaware of the signs and symptoms, I encourage you to learn up.

A bit of information:

  1. Mental health issues can affect everyone, without regard for sex, race, religion, sexual orientation, or socioeconomic status. It's estimated that about 1 in 4 people in the U.S. have a mental health condition in any given year.
  2. Gay, lesbian and bisexual teens are five times more likely to commit suicide than their heterosexual counterparts.
  3. Suicide is the 3rd leading cause of death among people ages 10-24 years, including college students. 

Suicide IS preventable. Someone may be suicidal if s/he:
• Expresses depression, anxiety, stress, & feelings of hopelessness
• Has increased conflicts with or aggression toward others
• Talks or writes about death & dying, killing oneself, or ending it all
• Starts giving away possessions or tying up loose ends
• Withdraws from family, friends, & activities once enjoyed
• Increases use of alcohol/drugs or engages in reckless behaviors
• Gains access to guns, pills, knives, etc


National Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-800-273-TALK
Available 24/7

Common Ground: 248-456-0909, 800-231-9100
Available 24/7

Affirmations (GLBTQ Support): 1-800-398-GAYS
Available Mon-Sat, 3pm-9pm

And there are many, many more that are community based.

Peace, Love and LIFE

Thursday, April 11, 2013

And This is Why I Love My Best Friend... She's There to Reassure Me, AND She'll Help Me Dispose of a Body, Among Other Things.

So, not too long ago my boyfriend was seriously considering joining the armed forces. Which is fine, I support people who join the military and have tremendous respect for them, god knows I could never do it. However, I'm not sure I could be a military girlfriend/wife... Not knowing if someone is coming back would drive me crazy. Anyhow, the boyfriend has tabled the whole military thing for the time being because of medical stuff, which makes a part of me kinda happy, (Yay!!! I don't have to be concerned that every time he goes off for work he won't come back.) but another part of me kinda sad, because he really wanted this to work out. However the larger part of me is somewhat relieved, which makes me feel kinda guilty. Oh well. 

Anyhow, this is a conversation between my best friend and I during the time period where the boyfriend was seriously considering military service. My BFF is in blue, also I will be calling her Emily on here, because that is a silly nickname that happened while we were in high school, and while it is nowhere close to her name I will occasionally call her that... She calls me Maggie occasionally which has zero to do with my name (obviously)... But that's how we roll. Also anything that could affect the privacy of others lives has been removed from this conversation just to protect the privacy of others. You can tell where things have been removed because they are highlighted in white. And anywhere where I've inserted things i feel may need an explanation in order for my friend and i not to be perceived as crazier than we actually are, will be in turquoise.


hey... *Boyfriend* is talking marriage again... and now he's bumping it up... by two months... so, before he goes to basic...
but that wasn't why I originally wanted to talk to you...  My boyfriend and I have known each other forever (8 years) and he has been my best guy friend for 2 years... however we've only been dating for 3 months. To anyone who is unsure, Yes, you can get out of the friend zone.




I originally wanted to talk to you because... fuck... I can't remember now..
He literally just informed me of this 5 minutes ago.
I am flipping.

you said you needed ideas
for something

Yeah... I know.... but I can't remember right now... *Family story redacted because while I'm willing to share a bunch of my life, I don't want to breach the privacy of others lives*  
 I've been having some issues at home of late. Parents and such. Not going to go into the gory details because of the aforementioned privacy thing.

ah ok

yeah, and my grandma thinks she could have done something, maybe, to prevent that. and she doesn't want to see it happen again.

well even if you do marry *Boyfriend*, I doubt you will love contact completely.


lol I'm currently cutting up sweet potatoes and missing a finger


*using one finger

I was like OMG WTF?!?!! you're missing a finger and listening to me bitch? WTH is wrong with you.


yep. barrel of laughs over here.
and *Boyfriend* is telling me how he's researching what it's like to be married to a SEAL, (Yeah... He's fit enough to be a SEAL and is super into MMA and guns and stuff so his skill set pretty much makes him perfect for this type of gig, yet another reason I couldn't not let him join up) so he knows what he's going to be putting me through... Agh... This is crazy. It's not that I can't see myself marrying him... it's just so fucking fast.
why is it so fast?

because everything is up in flames around you right now

*Me unproductively freaking out and Emmy reassuring me because she is an amazing and wonderful human being who I am lucky enough to be able to call my best friend*

I don't know how to help
oh wait. I just yelled at *Boyfriend*
sort of
is he explaining himself?

um.... not so much... he's just kinda asking me about finishing at another university...
and I told him that that would be kinda difficult especially out of state...

and more expensive

I know!!
and agh...
I don't wanna drag you in the middle here...
but I'm not going to tell him not to follow his dreams.
I am a fucking crazy...
panda, tell me I'm not losing my damn mind...  (I call my Bestie Panda at times... Another nickname)
OH!! I know!
*Boyfriend* feels like I'm not entirely invested in this relationship.
that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
I don't know how much more invested I could get, I mean, I'm actually considering leaving everything I've ever known in order to be with him for up to 6 fucking months per year...  (Military deployments)


I'm abandoning my goddamn life for him... and just because I refuse to let him fix *Family Issue* he thinks I'm holding him at arms length.
I don't know what else I can do. I don't want to sound like a raving bitch...
I mean, am I being crazy?

I don't think so
should I yell at him? tell him he's kinda piling things on top of what's already there?  (My boyfriend has also known my best friend forever, so her talking to him/yelling at him is really not something new, lol. We both did it before, we both do it now, they only thing that has changed between the 3 of us is the fact that Boyfriend and I are now dating)

he's just trying to get his dreams achieved, and I can't fault him for that...
*redacted boring stuff, me griping and whining and flipping out*

still. it's making you freak out

I'm freaking out because of everything. I mean I was kinda concerned about picking up and moving to Cali, but now?
this is just too quick.
I mean maybe it'll look better in the morning, but... it's quick, right?
I'm going to get a cookie... I need a cookie.. (my philosophy is that enough sweets can overcome any crisis situation)

get a cookie
sorry, trying to figure out how to unharden my brown sugar

cookies are gone... I'm eating frozen cream puffs... and looking like a chippie.


not as soothing as cookies, but it's ok.


*more of me griping and whining and needing reassurance that I'm not crazy... I swear I'm not usually like this*
Men....Can't live with them, and it's a felony to stab them while they sleep.
(to be clear, I don't live with my boyfriend, I just know where he sleeps and have a small pocketknife collection... Also, this is much more me-like.)

only if you get caught

lol. will you help?

of course

It'll be easier to dispose of the body with help.

yup. though he'll be REALLY heavy

It's ok. he's 180 pounds. I can carry 100 pounds pretty easily... and between the two of us, we should be able to roll him up in a carpet and shove him in a trunk no problems.


and then maybe feed him to some gators or something... we can work out the details later.

we'll take his car.

yep. his little shitshaker. 
(I make fun of my boyfriend's Hyundai on a regular basis because A. It is tiny and ridiculous, and B. I was raised in a family of people who work/worked for the American car companies and so I am naturally predisposed to criticize foreign cars.  Also, the thing has ZERO suspension, Just saying.)


oh and Psych's 100th is next week. (Swear to god this was the actual transition. we go from talking about murdering my boyfriend, to a TV show, without any notice.)

ooo I need to get crackin!
I haven't been keeping up
I only saw the first ep and then none since

I just watched yesterday's... it was... weird.
but they're running a marathon of it... I think Tuesday and Wednesday next week.
all 99 prior episodes I think.

And then we said goodnight, and went to sleep... So, yeah. This is why I love my Best Friend. She is always there for me, gives me reassurance when I need it, is willing to discuss how we'd go about disposing of a body, and doesn't blink an eye when the topic changes to something completely unrelated. She makes me feel semi-normal. Because she's just as crazy as I am.  And I don't know where I'd be without her.

A picture I created a few years ago for a blog we were going to run together, that kinda fell apart. This was also when we were both writing stories and stuff. I've since found that i am much better at reading and editing other people's stuff as opposed to coming up with my own stories, however,  we did do posts for like a month or so. Not bad for having just started college at two separate universities. The idea for the blog was a book reviewing/sharing parts of stories we had written. Like I said, it fell apart.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

It would be terrible if I were stuck in a cabin all by myself.

             I have a job tutoring at my university. It's a minimum wage job admittedly, but some money is better than no money. And one of the perks is that I get paid regardless of whether or not anyone shows up for me to tutor. Which is great, because I'm technically being paid to goof around more often than not... Except for those times where nobody is coming in, and I want human interaction. Like right now... 

             And this made me realize that it would be terrible if I were stuck in a cabin all by myself... Unless the cabin was well stocked with books... Then, I'd be amazing at being stuck in a cabin by myself. I'd be the Queen of Hermits. (And the only subject I have to rule over? Myself... because I'm a hermit, and therefore alone... Probably funnier without the explanation, but oh well.)  And I would be amazing, and things would be good and wonderful... And I would fight people off who tried to drag me out of my personal library... Until I finished all the books... Then I would be lonely again, and by that point, I think people would just avoid my little cabin of crazy...
This is what the inside of my cabin looks like in my head.... Well, there's a bathroom in there too, I'm not a total barbarian. I do like to be clean. And there does need to be some sort of cooking apparatus... I unfortunately cannot survive on the written word alone... Although that would be amazing. So I guess this is the main room of my cabin. where the books are... And apparently where the windows aren't.
             So the moral here is, I should never be alone, unless I have books. Then I should be left alone at all costs... Until I run out of books... And then people should come see me....

            Re-reading this, I've decided the true moral of the story is that I'm crazy... Very very crazy... Oh well. You win some, I lose some.