Not even exciting things…

…can make my life exciting. You’d think that with less then a week left before I move my life would be the least be interesting. Not so much so. Actually, in the past weeks it’s been mostly shopping, starring at the rain outside, more shopping, wondering when the rain will stop, some more shopping, bad films, really bad films, it can’t be possible for a film to be this bad(this honor goes to Bats: Human Harvest…oh, yeah), Monty Python, more shopping in case I wasn’t already bloody tired of all the shopping. Oh, and some sleeping in the downtime. Exciting, right? Almost as exciting as me buying giraffe jammies. It’s sad. Other people have going away parties and cakes that say “We will miss you” .Oh, and other then giraffe jammies(why yes, I am proud of them, why do you ask?) I bought a huge stack of hair clips and then decided I might just cut my hair after all. Or I might not. It’s still up for debate right now. Sheesh, I’m talking about hair cuts and jammies. That’s how boring life is. Thankfully Heroes starts in a few days and if the spoilers are right, the first episode might be the most exciting ever. Heck, I could watch them cut grass and still be happy because damn, I miss Heroes. As long as they do it naked. Cut the grass naked, in case my thought process isn’t clear for everybody. But just the boys and Ali Larter.

Who knows, maybe the hit man will come kill me after all today!