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[schmerica]

Right now, there are nine people living in my house: my father who works as a truck driver for a local nursery; my mother, who has been staying home since last fall; my 21 year old brother, who is rarely home; my 14 year old sister, in school during the day until next week; the 8 year old foster child, also in school; the 4 year old foster child; the 3 year old foster child; the 1 1/2 year old foster chld; and myself. There are also two large and friendly lab mix dogs and a spoiled cat.

This is all still somewhat of a shock after my nice, small, square dorm room, where I ruled over all. Total autocrat over my limited kingdom, man. This ... is not the same.

I hadn't quite realized just how many tantrums little kids throw in a day, either.

My life is very mundane. Today was a doctor's appointment, which was icky; afterwards, my mother dropped me off to the library, where I picked up a dozen or two books. That part was good.

Most of those books will, by the way, end up being discussed in shinybookses, where fox1013 and I have set up a reading journal for the two of us. Fun! There's a lot of good stuff going on away from my journal, actually. Fox and Jess have set up lunchtime_poll, because they are giant, giant dorks. Which is also why I love them. Jess also has started a new community for Sports Night and West Wing fiction (inthetallgrass), and she and I are still doing recs (all sorts of fandoms now!) at butgeorge. And, of course, there's always my dearest darling AU at selling_out.

And now I am starving, so I need to go seek out food. And then, I shall go and work on my silverlake remix (do on Saturday, eek).

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[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

I love you, Edie! Our visit was superniftycool! I'm so glad you came.