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The other day I had this really cool interior design idea and no one to talk to about it. My friend "E" was online but he hates interior design with a passion and hates talking about it even more, so I really didn't have any one to talk to. So he says "why don't you write it down in a diary or something". Then I remember my poor neglected blog and all those people (cough) who read it. And then I just looked at the actual blog and noticed that it's been a month and twenty-seven days since I've written in it. Sorry. But then again the only people who read my blog are the people who I love and therefore know what's going on with me. Then again they don't always know how I feel about those things or why they happen and stuff like that, so I might as well write in it. Then again I'd rather just write in it when I feel like it so that's what I'll do so there!

I will get to my design idea but first I should probably fill "everyone" in on what's happening with all the issues I talked about in the last entry (just because I'm a nice person like that). First, I got the house! I'm not completely moved in but five out of six rooms have been painted and worked on, the grass is mowed, and there's also brand new furniture to brag about in place. I used to think that I was being naive' when I said it would be awesome to live in my house. But you know what I WAS WRONG! I love living here and I never want to stop. And my parents have been the most awesome part about it. Especially my dad. He has touched nearly every wall, floor, and everything in between in this house. There's literally only one room left that he hasn't done something to. That's not true. We haven't done anything to the bathroom b/c we just (well I, I'm not letting my parents pay for everything AND do everything physical) can't afford something like that. He sanded the and repainted floor, put plaster back on the part of the wall we took out to make the place look bigger, painted every wall, helped paint cabinets, I mean you name it he's done it and all while claiming that "all (he) did was paint a few walls". I would agree with him if I had helped him more then I have (gee, I put some paint treatment on two cabinets and made some curtains. woo. hoo.) I have to admit that every now and then I get homesick, but my parents literally live four minutes away (my mom timed it) and my mom will answer her phone any time of the day or night. I now have my own tree, my own breakfast bar....it's wonderful. I also bought a shiny new white leather couch AND a beautiful glass-topped dinning room table (now if we can just get that room painted...) with my own money. My grandfather and uncle teamed up to buy me a bed with mattress and bedspread with a sleigh headboard (I love sleigh headboards). I swear if it gets any better then this someone has to show me, because someone may be able to buy their own house, but they don't get to have someone else do the work on it AND buy you furniture for free unless you're on HGTV or something.

When it comes to my heart, it's now working fine. Actually, because I got a new Mytral valve, it's working better then fine, it's actually ticking so loud people across a table can hear it. Yes, I finally decided to go with the surgery because the last doctor I saw when talk it admitted that eventually, even if you do the catheter a hundred times "everyone still gets the surgery". I was like "then why am I putting myself through this??? And boy, am I glad I made this decision. According to the surgeon, not only would the catheter not have worked, but it would have caused a stroke as well. Now there's a scary thought for you.

The last time I heard someone mention my sister (N) told my Uncle that she was 16 days clean. My uncle claims we need to be a lot more supportive of her which makes me so mad I could spit (I heard that quote on Top Chef once and I thought it was very graphic so I used it here). My parents and sister (not really me because I don't see her much) have bended over backwards try to help her stay clean. Supposedly we're supposed to congratulate her with this big party or something because she was clean for 16 days. Big F*cking deal. That's what I say to that. Besides the fact she has told us she was clean over and over again when she wasn't. I won't believe she's doing anything about it until she sees a shrink (which she refuses to do), stops drinking (which she refuses to do) and goes to NA meetings (which she refuses to do). I'm saying no one is an island and no person can quit cocaine after seven years by themselves. And if she is telling the truth, I want a pee test. And that's all I have to say about that.

My other sister (S) has moved to Philadelphia (I'm not afraid to say that she's in Philly, what are you going to do, look for someone with the first name "S" who happens to have a sister named Andrea who you know only lives in Lancaster...then again...maybe I don't live their any more since I got a new house...then again, I am only four minutes away from my parents, but what ever) and seems to love it. She, like me, gets homesick but like me she wouldn't trade her experience for the world and I say good for her. She has a boy friend who loves her (and I'm so very jealous of that) and she's living in a place and doing what she loves, so I'm very happy for her.

Now for my design idea: You gotta understand that this room in its current state is like every other room was in this house UGLY. It as very small windows, bad sixties-inspired tile, two very tiny windows, and green walls. So here's what I plan to do while I don't have the money I wish I had (I'll tell you what I'd do if I had the money in a second) I'm putting bead board on the bottom half of the walls, and then painting them a light gray color. I'm then putting a ceiling to floor curtain on the wall with the windows, and I'm hoping the curtain has gray and gold in it, though the picture in my head is of a horizontal stripped gray and gold fabric, but I'll adjust as I need to. The accent color is red, which I will use in possibly the rug and definitely the table-wear. If someone steals this idea that's alright because I've got plenty more where that came from :).

Well that's my life for now. I might come back tomorrow, or it could take me two months to write again, or maybe I won't write in here ever again. You'll just have to wait and see where the wind takes me. Till next time America.