"You know it's worthless...

...worthless as can be."

I just spent the last 9 hours laying with Nick on my futon watching movies. We took a break to make pasta and for him to read a badly written, naughty Cosmo article to me (it is just something that we do...). The past couple nights were a bit hectic, so just lounging around and doing nothing was nothing short of amazing. Now I am thinking of getting some homework done since tomorrow is Gigantic Shopping Day (yay for buying teacher clothes!) and I will have no time to do it tomorrow.

Speaking of shopping: I bought a new digital camera yesterday and am now the proud owner of a Radio Shack card. Woo hoo! I am excited.

"Walk on...

...don't make a sound."

Dear People Upstairs,

Please cease movement.
Yes, I said please stop moving. Completely. Or at least until you learn to walk quietly. I can understand Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights/early mornings. Loud walking in these instances means you are intoxicated. Good for you. Seeing that I have nothing going on on Saturdays and Sundays (and am occassionally out myself), I will forgive you waking me when I have class on Fridays.

The problem I have is all the other times you walk (or run or jump or whatever type of movement you are doing up there because I don't see how walking could sound like that). It sounds as if you are dropping cinder blocks with each step. You literally shake the building just as much as the trains that pass directly to our south. There is no reason for this. I sincerely hope you are not always under the influence of alcohol when you are walking, but perhaps this is the case. I know for a fact that you are not heavy people; I truly believe I would have noticed the 350+ pound individual who would be inhabiting the apartment spaces above me to cause the rumble that you do.

No, you are not a heavy person--you are just a heavy-walker. The heaviest walker I have ever had the misfortune to meet (nay, hear). I have lived with heavy-walkers in the past and learned to deal with it. However, this is simply outrageous. I do not expect you to be stealthy and move like a cat or to shuffle your feet; I just expect my ceiling to stop vibrating with your every step. Is that so much to ask? I think not.

Thank you for your time and consideration to this matter.
Your neighbor from below

"Welcome to the family...

...hope you have a real good life".


So, I haven't posted in a loooooong time, but that could be because nothing all too exciting has happened. Not that I have been holed up in my apartment...just nothing earthshattering; I am totally fine with this.

But my mommy called me this weekend. Usually I worry when she calls (not that I have ever really got bad news, but I am just that type of person) but this was a good call. I have a new cousin. He is pretty cute in comparison to the rest of the baby's pictures I saw on the website (but there is one little girl who is pretty cute--maybe they can hook up later on!).

So, this is my official welcome to baby Ty Alan Eikmeier. Alan and Tera (the parents) and Lisa and Leslie (the half-sisters) are pretty excited as is (most of) the rest of the family...Grandma is crabby about it, but she is like that sometimes.

Welcome to the world, little guy! You are going to have an extended family that is crazy about you and we apologize in advance that you look like an Eikmeier. Because you do...like a combination of Great-grandpa Earl and your dad.