I had the hood of my car upnas my landlord’s boyfriend walked past.

“Working on your car? Not running right?”

“Oh no,” I insisted. “Just changing a headlight bulb. Not anything that takes real skill.”

That was ten minutes ago. I’ve given up now because I can’t get the clips off the fender so I can change the bulb.

I’ve already gotten six offers and the listing has been up for four hours. I wasn’t thinking I’d get more than one or two. Now how will I decide? Also, feel free to make your own offer, or pass it on to someone you know who does this sort of thing.

I’m not sad to see this week be over. It was so friggin’ long.

Last night was fun, drinking downtown with friends from work and Nate. It was such a gorgeous evening that we sat outside, even if that meant cramming about 15 people around the little patio table. I almost felt bad for the waitress, except that she was slow with putting drink orders in so that made me lose all sympathy for her.

I might have let my mouth run a little too much last night, said some things to Nate that probably would have been better to stay in my head for now, but it’s too late at this point.

I got over-excited at the thought of selling my car and buying or leasing a new one, but I’ve resigned myself to just paying off the Civic and keeping it — probably until the wheels fall off. My mother this afternoon said that my generation is probably going to be the next her-grandparents’ generation, meaning that we’re going to have to learn the hard way to “use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without.” But I like having new awesome things all the time. What’s the point in living in the future if I can’t have everything I want right when I want it? Lame.

One of the reasons I bought a laptop was so that I could write and Sims in bed, but I can’t get it to play with my internets and I can’t find my Sims disc (not that I’ve looked real hard, honestly), so that idea is not working.

I think that pretty much sums up the last week and change. I think this weekend is clean-the-apartment weekend because I’m pretty embarrassed about it. Plus it shouldn’t be so completely unbearably hot this weekend, so the fact that my apartment is someone’s attic is less intimidating. Plus if I get it cleaned up, I can get the A/C out of the box room, and that would just make for a happier everyone.

I wrote an entry the other day about this phenomenon in my other journal. If it weren’t STILL DOWN, I’d post this entry there, but I don’t want to lose this in the meantime.

Oh, God, this poor woman.

I wish I was handy and not afraid of the Dremel. I’d totally make myself one of these.

Also, this kind of makes my knees knock:

And yes, Alix, I gave you a video of Bre Pettis, just so you could cream your pants.

Marcus is downstairs making my frame, and I’m up here listening to Blues Traveler and looking for fonts.

He comes up here every once in a while to get a new tool or something, and he smells like sawdust. It is the sexy.

These are today’s purchases.

Ryobi 3/8 In. 7.2 V Cordless Drill

Not a powerhorse, but it will do the job(s) until we have good moneys.

Also from Home Depot (but not available for picture-stealing) were a pine 1×2, a box of #8 2″ screws and a tape measure that seemed to just magically appear in the basket.

Photo emulsion, for my latest venture.

It’s fun to say squeegee.

I only got black for now. After I get the hang of everything, I’ll get more colors. I have a few in my wishlist already.

For making the screen. I probably could have just bought any kind of meshy material at Joann’s, but I wanted to be sure that if things went wrong, it was for reasons I knew about. This way, I get a feel for what the silk should be like, and I can substitute when I have more knowledge about the subject.

I’ve been wanting to learn how to silk screen lately. I do not know where this idea got put in my head, but I do. This is what you can get for me.