Homeless Lass is preparing to move out. She and Sonechka will be renting an apartment together. I look forward to being able to wander about the house in my boxers after everyone is in bed and to be able to mindlessly channel surf across the late night tv landscape without interfering with anyone's desire to go to sleep. It will be quite nice to once again have our living room back as a living room when the sun goes down.
On the other hand, lazy sod that I am, I fear that I will allow what friendship I have with Homeless Lass to fade away. I tend to be friends with people I interact with regularly and I seldom go out of my way to interact. Once it takes effort for her to come by for dinner, I'm guessing she won't be by for dinner so often. (This will especially be the case since she has no car and will be living a rather unpleasant half hour bus ride away). We've had some fun times watching the likes of Southpark, The Colbert Report and many a Sci-Fi channel original movie together.
Worst of all, I will need to think of a new pseudonym for her and my creative skills are sadly lacking.
Somehow I entirely missed The Allison Stokke Saga but today I started stumbling upon commentary about the reporting of said saga. I'm not certain I get it.
Following up on cam's link, if Mazda had released this earlier, I would have bought one. Unfortunately, ``the Mazda2 is still not coming to North America.'' I predict that Mazda will try to offset the loss of zoom, zoom through a transmission that can take the engine up to some pretty high revs so that it ends up a bit like Nissan's Sentra. Reportedly, if you drive a Sentra conservatively, it seems almost underpowered and certainly unexceptional. But if you rev up it high enough, it moves awful sudden.
Today is Friday. I look forward to the close of the business week. Weekends don't come quickly enough right about now. Today is also the last day of Greek class for the quarter. The final is on Monday. I should study.
So much more to say but words fail me.
Update [2007-6-1 12:29:35 by lm]: I was walking back to my car after Greek class. While crossing the street in the crosswalk, some buy in a passing car rolled down his window and shouted the word FUCKER at me. I've no idea why but perhaps it is related to the fact that once I returned to my car, I opened the door and turned too sharply, smaking my forehead with great force into the corner edge of the door. Now I'm bloody.
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