I fixed my sink. It was really weird how every male that entered my apartment while it was broken would ask " what's wrong with your sink? let me/ can I/ want me to fix it?". It definitely proved that that male " fix it " complex is true. And fyi, I did fix it all by my lonesome. I haven't fixed my light in the kitchen yet. Now I have this irrational fear that I am going to unscrew it too much and not be paying attention and it will fall on the floor. Then once if falls on the floor, it will obviously be dark so I won't be able to clean it up. Or I'll try to clean it up and I'll cut myself and bleed to death. I know that sounds really severe, but my thought process always leads to the worst case scenario. 

I got my first two discs of The Wire. It's really good. But it makes me really mad they can't use the real names of the projects. Even though I am more familiar with the East Side pr

ojects, it would still be more interesting  if I knew what they were really trying to imitate. Some actors on the show have really bad fake Baltimore accents, too.

I really need to clean my apartment, do my dishes, be more responsible, etc. I got to push my island back in front of my air conditioning unit yesterday, it was a good moment. Now I am just counting down the days until my land lord decides to turn on the heat, because now it's getting kind of cold in the morning. I pick out my clothes at night and then get dressed in bed. I used to do this when I was in middle school, and

 now every time I do it there's a certain nostalgia to the routine. 

Work is already talking about holiday.  Time flies so fast when all you have is work and bills. I have no concept of time anymore. A week seems like two days, a month seems like a week. Holidays are nice now that I can appreciate what family I have. I only wish I could give them more of my time. I feel so selfish when I think of all the time I spend on myself and with my friends [who are essentially, just extended family] but I feel like no one really perfects that balance. All I can do is exert more effort, and I can't say I've done that yet.

I left the apartment once today. I went to Rite Aid to get a drink. The cashier was really awkward so that was proof that I should probably never leave the house again. I really like What Not To Wear, I know that sounds weird, but let me just give you some Stacy London quotes. "I've seen plenty of hardware on shoes, mostly on GUCCI shoes, witches, do not wear GUCCI." & " Corduroy is never elegant". The other day I was making pasta and when I turned the wrong burner on it lit all my tea bags on fire. It was really scary. Mitch Clem's Nothing Nice to Say Collection is out. I want it, now I have to find it. Laurren also informed me that Netflix now has The Wire seasons available. I'm joining just for that.

How My Life Works

The other day my light in the kitchen wouldn't turn on. The lightbulb had been there since I moved in, so I just assumed I needed a new lightbulb. I buy a new lightbulb, return home, replace old lightbulb. Go to turn on the light, it still doesn't work. I let it be. Today my friend got my light to turn on. Now it won't go back off. I can't sleep with the light on. So I just unscrewed the light bulb so I can go to sleep. I'll figure something else out later. Also, my sink in my bathroom is clogged.

I would say this story applies to most of my daily interactions and life in general. 

Going to either of my homelands is going to be more expensive than I thought. My little change jar is overflowing right now, and it's one serious change jar. I'm talking mostly dimes and quarters, not wimpy pennies and nickels. So watch out Budapest and Tokyo, your ambassador in America is coming your way come two th

ousand nine or ten. Maybe I'll find some really native men in either place that have the three c's [ car, crib, and career], that will sweep me off my feet, or I can bring them back with me, that'd be cool too. I'll have to brush up on my Hungarian and Japanese, shouldn't be that hard, it should be embedded in my DNA already. So who is coming with me?