(Can I just ask if haloscan is doing weird things to anyone else lately? I haven’t been getting an email for each comment left for a few weeks now; I only get one about half the time. So that’s why I haven’t been emailing responses to people’s comments very reliably. Please don’t think I’m being rude or taking you for granted. I actually love you all dearly, so much so that I hope to marry each of you in turn someday, and almost as much as I love your comments. Thank you for leaving them.)

(And then the other thing haloscan is doing is not updating the comment counter at the bottom of each post very reliably either. It is getting annoying. Haloscan, fix yo’ self!)

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I am fascinated by the Tom Cruise Downward Spiral of 2005. Suddenly he has gone completely INSANE, in that commercials for upcoming talk shows show him leaping onto furniture and hooting and hollering for no apparent reason. People should not become more energetic as they age; it’s just not the natural law. And the Katie Holmes thing, I…I…gah.

It’s just not right! It feels wrong, so wrong, and not in that good way of wrong. In the ew way of wrong.

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Since my dad and stepmom and I are leaving tomorrow to move me to Savannah, my dad told me this morning to make sure I finished all the leftovers (since I am the only one in the house who deigns to eat leftovers) and the groceries I made them buy me (ie. the healthyish things). So I have just had a lovely meal of leftover barbecue and baked beans, cut-up vegetables, and yogurt. My stomach is going to stage a rebellion any time now probably.

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Since I am wrapping up the whole “living at dad’s” experience, I realize that I forgot to tell you guys about this one sort of dramatic thing that happened to me. I stepped on a GINORMOUS TACK that had fallen out of a sort of pirate-booty-trunk-thing that my stepmom uses as a coffee table in the living room. I was just walking along and then suddenly there was a pain, and then there was a YOOGE SHARP METAL THING sticking out of the sole of my foot. It was pretty freaky. There were lots of people around but at first I was so shocked I didn’t make any noise so nobody noticed.

I actually sort of tried pulling it out myself for a few seconds, while the conversation around me just sort of went on, but I couldn’t make myself pull hard enough to get it out, and then suddenly it started to really hurt and I hollered and began hopping around on my good foot, holding my metallic foot up in the air. It probably looked pretty funny.

My dad pulled it out. It hurt. I hollered more.

Then, since it was metal and all, I had to go to a local clinic and get a tetanus shot. Good times! At least I now can be sure that I’m tetanus-protected for the next ten years. Everyone, get your booster shots!

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OH MY GOD. The final craziness in the moving-saga is that I had to leave a few bags behind at my mom’s, because they wouldn’t fit in the car my dad drove me down in. So she’s had to unpack them into boxes and mail them to me in Savannah. When she called me to say that she’d done this and they were on their way, she had this really weird tone to her voice, like she was pissed about something but wasn’t going to say what. So I started wondering whether she’d come across something weird in my things. I didn’t know what that could be. I thought and thought and suddenly it came to me. There was one possible thing she might have found. The worst possible thing. The most embarassing, holy shit possible. So embarassing I cannot even name it.

Here is a hint: it is battery operated, and it is for women.

OH GAWWWWWD. No I did not leave that behind. No no no no no. I will die.

So tonight when I got my things together for the move, I tore through the bags that did make it down here with me already, and thank god wonder-of-wonders, I found it. I had packed it after all, which I had THOUGHT I had, because good god that would have been an error in judgement, leaving that of all things behind.

(Basically, I have no idea why my mom sounded all pissy on the phone, but she’s pretty crazy so it could have been anything. No point even worrying about it now, I guess.)

Be happy for me that I did not have to endure the most humiliating parental conversation ever – the one where you discuss your battery-operated toy. That woud have been soooo bad.

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So, I leave tomorrow for Savannah and my dad and stepmom will leave me there on Saturday. On Monday or Tuesday the boxes from my mom will arrive, including the one with my lovely computer, and you can bet that I will set that puppy up and get back in touch with everyone properly as soon as I can. Have a great weekend, boys and girls.