Ok, while confirming that Prius was #60 on the 'stuff white people like' page I misread something and thought it said, 'white stuff people like'  Well, that too would be an interesting list:
1.  Potatoes
2. Rice
3.  Toilet Paper
4.  etc.

AHH!  My blog is working correctly again!

I'm almost done moving everything into my new 'kitchen included' apartment.  It's a 'mixed neighborhood' which means I'm the only one around here driving a Prius, because white people like Priuses (it's # 60 on the list of "Things White People Like.")  I didn't make it up.

I have man furniture, which was cheap so I can't complain much.  Who knows how much flatulence has been absorbed by my reclining sofa and two reclining chairs.  I'm going to Fabreeze them. 

I have a whole room I can't even get into for all the stuff piled in and around it- instead of beginning the the long process of organizing that stuff, I finished my book, My Sister's Keeper, which was tragical. 

Eventually I'll have to buy real sheets and take my sock monkey sheet off my new bed.  The only defect of my new bed is a squeak in one of the legs when I roll over.  Nothing a little W-D 40 can't fix.

The thumping beat of the car base outside my window matches my heart beat- how annoying.

I've got to get a picture of the "OMG Donuts!" sign.

I stapled a camel blanket to my window to block out the security lighting.  I suppose that will eventually go the way of the sock money sheet.  I should grow up and get real curtains. 

I had ice-cream and potato chips and cherries for dinner.  I'm starting a diet Monday.

You spin me right round baby-right-round-round-round.

I'm in la-love with this chair  I've been furniture shopping.  What a hassle.  I've narrowed it down to two living room sets I find acceptable.  And I want this chair.  This chair costs $800- wow.  That's a lot for a chair.  But it is so-so comfy and pretty. 

I was approved for my apartment, move in date Friday. (yeah!)  However, I don't have any furniture except book shelves. 

The only good thing about teaching grammar is that once you understand what you're talking about, there's no prep work.  The problem is trying to understand what you're talking about . . .

I just wrote a long blog about my adventures in apartment hunting, but like many other writings, it is gone in the virtual wind.  My blog still isn't right. 
Summery:
Good news- I think I've found an apartment I like for an awesome price, aside from it being on 'the wrong side of town' I think it will be great.
Bad news- it took a lot of looking to come across a place that seems ok-
The ladies I'm renting from now are super nice, but making me a bit crazy with the minutia- won't be sad to go!

Bowling field trip tomorrow!  'That's like Pow-pow-pow!' (as Usher would say)  What else can you say about 9:00 AM bowling with a bunch of foreign university kids?

Usher has a new song- I don't know what Usher does that makes me like him, but it's something about how ridiculous and at the same time catchy his songs are.

OMG (Oh my gosh)  Why not 'Oh my God?'  I don't know- Is it okay to fornicate, adulterate etc, but he's serious about the first few commandments?  Whatever- I like it.

My favorite part of the lyrics:

I fell in love with shawty when I seen her on the dance floor

She was dancing sexy, pop, pop, popping, dropping, dropping low

Never ever has a lady hit me on the first sight

This was something special; this was just like dynamite

Honey got a booty like pow, pow, pow

Honey got some boobies like wow, oh wow

Girl you know I’m loving your, loving your style 

 I like the use of the past participle.  Past participles need more play time.  I like that use of 'booty' and 'boobies'  together.  What grown man says 'boobies' to the world?  It's good alliteration though.  I like that he rhymed 'pow' 'wow' and amazingly 'style.' That can't be easy on paper.

 

There's something wrong with my blog.  I hasn't let me post for several days now.  It lets me look at other posts, edit other posts, post on other blogs, but to post on this one I have to post an empty post, then go back and edit it.  (and it took me 30 minutes to figure that one out)


I'm trying to complain less, but really sometimes other complainers get on my nerves.  A while back I was watching some news report and the anchor was giving a story about how Americans should be outraged by the fact the US government borrows their over paid taxes all year interest free.  My thought was, 'Why should I be outraged by that?  Shouldn't I be glad to do a little to help my country?"

OK the government isn't perfect- people are corrupt- they try to use you,  sometimes life sucks.  Sometimes you have to complain to be heard, to get what's right done.  Sometimes you need to stop complaining and see what is good- what is valuable- how to be helpful, useful.  Nobody talks about sacrifice-service-patriotism much any more. 

I suppose we're going down America- so we will have lots more to complain about soon.