2 AM Lovesick...

...for the house that I lost!! I'm sure everyone knows that I was looking to get a house. Correction, am looking. But I was in lust with this one house on the east side that got sold this week. Something about the bedrooms, I think, and the fact that the master had a closet about 3/4 the size of the bedroom. I've heard it said that you buy a house primarily for the kitchen and the bathrooms, but somehow I don't feel the same way. It's important to have those in layouts that you aren't inclined to remodel (i.e. - major money losses), but I think I am looking for more. I suppose that since I'm looking for someplace longterm, it doesn't really matter if something's not perfect because I figure I'll have a couple decades to fix it.

That's right, I think I'm going to be in Austin for awhile. A few decades, apparently.

But there were a couple new houses posted last night (new as in built in 2008) and I'm excited to see if one of them is "the one". They're pretty expensive, though, and probably more than I was looking to spend altogether. Maybe I can negotiate?

I'm sure everyone's see this already, but this clip of Sara Silverman's makes me smile. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LA5BnTrFAx0
The fact that Matt Damon is actually in it makes it that much better.


Hobby Lobby has been having a 1/2 off sale on their entire collection of frames, and so I feel like I've bought them out by now. In three different trips, I've bought 12 assorted sizes, mostly poster-size (at $10 or less each, but it's still a lot of money), and I've been putting all my setlists into collages inside. It's because I have so many setlists that I needed that many (plus I've been trying to frame a couple of my rocking-est posters (see the Beatles, Blue October) so that when I move they won't be hung on the wall by thumbtacks (and might last longer/look more grown-up?). On the not-so-plus-side, although there's no glue or tape involved, I feel like these collages I'm making will be permanent, so this is my last chance to express myself in these particular pieces of concert memorabilia.

I absolutely cannot wait to have a house of my own where I won't have to listen to people on the other side of my bedroom wall (that I don't know), or smell disastrous and disgusting "cooking"-attempts that set off fire-alarms in the units nearby. And no children running/jumping/falling upstairs. And I can dance whenever the hell I feel like it (and with any luck, I'll have some room in the new house to bust out with the pointe shoes and spin a little.

I hope it works.