21 april. 4.25am. how have y'all been doing? I've been, for the most part, unbelievably fantastic and for all of the part, completely in love. as history dictates, I come back to my journal primarily on nights in which I'm intending to stay up and work. alas, the motivation for 2200 evades me. we shall see. * * * I've been working at a little pharmaceutical company called merial, fixing up their web page shiznit. it's a pretty fluffy, microsoft-infested, corporate job, but it pays decently and the people are nice. and they gave me laptop to use, which can't hurt, esp. because I can play sims on it, despite the fact that the windows has been wiped out of existence here on my own computer. * * * I've pretty much moved into nicholas's apartment now! the final step, really, was moving my machine, and, as we did such today, I'm quite excited. already done: books consolidated into one organizing scheme, an infestation of my crap in the closets, many new kitchen items the likes of which I don't believe he's seen before, and, I guess, most of the typical moving in together events. I still have 10 days before the lease runs out at snyder street. I suppose that it won't be really real until then, that if we get in a fight and I want to leave, I won't have another room that's mine to go to. I have inherited that urge in a major way from my mom: the need to leave the house when someone there is upset with me, or I'm upset with them. people say that you should stay and fight it out, but that just seems stressful and upsetting to me. master of avoidance. * * * apologies for the newsletter-y feel of this boring entry. I haven't done this in awhile, so I guess you'll have to cut me some slack. * * * in other exciting news: nick and I have found the bestest book store. it's in a pretty tiny little building, and the shelves are placed within it about 6 feet from eachother, so that there's barely room between them for two people to go by eachother, and everywhere everywhere everywhere books are stacked on the floor, crammed into nooks and crannies, piled on top of the copy machine so that trendy kids coming in off the virginia highland streets to make copies get turned away. nice perks: we get told we have not only a love of books, but a love of "imagination." It is for this that we get a discount, and they can afford to do so because of the markup they give to stiff businessmen. in addition, the amusing conversations overheard: random browser: blah, blah... need a better bookstore than *borders*-- bookman: borders isn't all bad! we do our best shoplifting at borders. it's nice to have a cozy bookstore to go to and look at books for extended periods of time, and feel pleased to be supporting when you give them money as you leave for those books which you either can't bear to let go of once you start looking at them or realize that they'd haunt you forever if you didn't get them and the store burnt down the next day. (the first criterion, my general decision-making process for buying books, the second one, the one nicholas was using.) the guy was somewhat taken aback when, upon asking us about our major-type activities, we both admitted a love of sitting at the computer, but was certainly open-minded to nicholas going into a bit of a spiel on how programming is the new form of creation and creativity. I don't think he held it against us. anyone can love books; it's not like everyone who comes into the store and buys almost a hundred bucks of books in one week has to study literature for an occupation. although that does sound awfully inviting. * * * spring is so here. the trees are the brightest green ever, and the light that comes through the windows in the mornings is tinted with it. I'm going to start coding before the sun comes up now, please.