oH.
Heath Ledger is still dead.

And the morbid thought in my head was they did his autopsy and because I waste countless hours watching CSI marathons, my mind almost went there but then had to pull myself out from it.

I renewed my car registration - or almost did and what a slightly tedious but oh so much easier than doing it in India task it was.

I had to pay my personal property tax to get the registration thing done and geez - 300 bucks down the chute for that.

I want to move today to boy's town.
TO-DAY.

But till visa of job in boy's town comes through, I have to stay put and pretend.

M.L. asked me if the new job was what I wanted
"nO"
But I don't know what I want professionally so I'll settle for having loads of money for job i somewhat want in place I badly want to be in.
The thought that crossed my mind while I was showering yesterday is that going to be with the boy, atleast for the initial 6 months or so is going to be tough.
We are still going to be living with his roommate - who is superfunny but geez, sharing an apartment with two boys.
Must not complain.
On the other hand, there will always be tons of people over and not these fiddling-thumbs-what-do-i-do-with-myself-tonight feeling.
And
there will always be noise in the house - comings and goings. Hoorah!
And
I will still have my car.!!!1
I think I can survive anything as long as I have my car.
I have been working out like a banshee and am glad to say I have lost the 6 pounds I gained when I went on a strict toblerone and cheese puff diet during December.
I swear smelling a toblerone or cold meat sandwich (weird combo, Iknow) always, always makes me miss my mom.
That was her tea time snack - cold meat sandwich and the toblerones - mini ones - would be hidden around the house.

Anyhoo - I am now 6 pounds lighter.
Yesterday, the boy's grandmom asked if I worked in a gas station.
WTH???

Like the M.L. says, both our families need crosspolination, for they have seriously warped and prejudiced views of each other's culture.

My dad: So what's his name
Me: mumble mummble
My dad: I bet it's Mohammed something.
Me: geez...

Boy's mom: so whats her name
Boy: mumble mumble
Boy's mom: Please don't tell me it's mumble Jesus or St. Francis?

Geez.

My prayer for this week (courtesy of M.L's K.L):
Please God, please, let me have no learning experiences today