friday nights at the drive-in bingo.

i feel like i just wrote an entry in here and yet it has been almost two months since i last wrote! how has everyone been coping with this fact? i imagine babies crying, national days of mourning, and newspaper headlines asking, "where oh where is our dose of robyn-soaked mediocrity?" here is your answer!

the problem is that i always forget about what happened to me during long absences. i look back on however long it's been and it's just this long, jumbled mass of late nights at work and driving places and studying math and like, watering my plants or making my bed a lot and i'm like, wow, i am a boring person. but i do remember that my car got broken into since i last wrote! i woke up one morning to my landlady telling me that my side window had been smashed in and there was glass all over the ground. luckily, they didn't take anything; i think that they thought that the emergency kit i keep in my car was a laptop case. not so much! but it's all fixed now and we have a light in the parking area to scare away any wandering, shifty people now. the end!

what else. i need to get another job. again. i am probably starting pima culinary school in the fall. i want to make a thousand tiny cakes in my badass 4.5-inch springform pan. i am growing italian herbs, tomatoes, and jalapenos in my window. i love stats. i have been randomly getting into scandanavian bands lately. equally randomly, i started teaching myself dutch on byki. goede avond! i will also be starting french in the fall because a. i have always wanted to learn french, and b. it is helpful if you want to get into baking, which i do. i also want to have a pizza, wine, and black books night which should end with the breaking of the domo-kun pinata so we can all laugh and partake in probably stale halloween candy. sounds awesome, yes? although i will have to wait until it is air conditioner season so i won't worry about noise in my paper thin-walled house. lamexcore. did you know that horseshoes is a gentleman's sport? i do now, thanks to the bastards behind me who play all the damned time! i can hear their entire, boring conversations in my bedroom! it is awesome, especially when it is one am and i am trying to sleep. oh college neighborhoods.

now i have to go to work so goede avond for reals this time.