There's so, so much I haven't told you.

UC Santa Barbara accepted me, for one! I am really excited about that. So now, I have a definite school to go to. It's so nice to get an acceptance letter, even though EATM is still my first choice. Speaking of which, they are making me insane. I need that letter to hurry up and get here!! Today I kept hoping hoping hoping it would arrive, but no such luck. Anyway, the end of April is ten days away, so it's got to come sometime soon, am I right?

I also haven't told you that I took out my eyebrow piercing. Had to. It was rejecting, which sucks. When I first suspected that it was rejecting, Misti and I went to Berkeley to visit Wicked, so they could remove it for me. Well, their piercer guy was out for the evening. So we decided to get some sushi and walked on down the street. As we were walking, I saw Zebra on my left. I'd heard from a bunch of people that Zebra is great. I agree, as they were friendly and pretty helpful. Pretty salesy, too, though. The guy at the counter was like, "Why get it out? Just get smaller jewelry!" And at the time, I really didn't want to take it out (I'd just felt like I HAD to), so I jumped at the idea of a smaller barbell. That's exactly what I got, too. At first, it fit perfectly, and I was so excited! Misti and I left Zebra to go eat sushi after all, and while the food was delicious, the service was pretty heinous. That's the first time I think I've ever not left a tip! We were virtually ignored the whole time. At least we had each other to keep ourselves entertained!

Then last week, I noticed the barbell was sagging again, the same way the first one had. I tried like mad to get it out myself, but it hurt, and the damn thing would not unscrew. I told Joe I wanted to go see a local piercer to have it removed. Then Joe asked if I wanted his help. The eyebrow piercing has always freaked him out, so I kept giving him the option not to help me. But then he did, and it turned into a whole project. Joe got his big ass wrench, and I clamped it onto the bottom of the barbell. Then he tried unscrewing it with his fingers, while I giggled at having a giant wrench to hold my tiny piece of jewelry still. Joe asked if he was hurting me, and I replied, "I can't feel a thing." Before I knew it, a tiny piece of metal fell to the floor. The top knob had unscrewed! I thanked Joe a million times while I ran to the bathroom and removed the bar itself, and washed my wound with antibacterial soap. Joe was afraid it would leave a nasty scar, but it's already healing just fine. I predict it will heal completely (meaning, all the redness will fade) and maybe only leave a tiny scar. That's my hope anyway!

I also haven't told you that Misti found a home for the bunny with a woman who fosters bunnies and adopts them out. When Misti dropped off the rabbit, she saw the woman's dwarf hamsters that needed adopting, and went home with two! Now she's got two of the cutest hamsters ever, and I love going over there and petting their little smooshy bodies. God are they the cutest little animals!

I also haven't told you of my recent and mild obsession with hermit crabs. I used to have a few as a kid, and I loved them. They're awesome pets! I was playing with one in the mall, and for quite a while (a few weeks) was convinced I needed one or two of my very own. Now I'm over it, I think, but man, it would be fun. The thing is if I get into EATM, I'll need to get a rat, and I don't want too many animals to care for. I know I'll be super busy as it is. Not to mention the fact that Joe does not share my hermit crab obsession in the least. Oh, well. Another time, perhaps.

I'm sure I haven't told you about the insane dreams I've been having... The one where I had bunches and bunches of pet hamsters of my very own. Or the one about how I was super angry about something, yelling in the street, and wishing Misti was there, because she's never seen me angry before. How about the one where I was in a castle like hotel, trapped because pieces of it were caving in, and dead bodies were being pulled out of rooms or barricaded inside them while flies and rats ran around? Also in the castle, Harry Potter, who looked remarkably like Chuckie was trying to kill us all. He grabbed my friend, who kept shouting, "He'll take me dead or alive!" over and over, and I knew I needed to rescue her or he'd torture her to death. I pulled her from his grip, then we ran to the hotel room and locked ourselves in our rooms, sad that we had no way to leave the hotel, and terrified of the evil that Harry Potter might inflict on us. Then I woke up. That one was pretty fucked up, actually.

Have I told you a bunch of people I know have April birthdays? Mine is the 28th. My friend, Angela's, is the 18th. The 19th is Joe's sister, Tricia's, and also Joe's brother in law, Ron. And the 12th was Misti's friend, Melissa's birthday. The 11th was a Sunday, and we went out dancing into the night. We were there until it turned midnight, and that's when I hugged Melissa and wished her a happy birthday. It was the first time we'd all gone dancing together, and the first time I'd ever been to a dance club in my life. The club was mostly a goth club, and it was pretty awesome. All these folks dressed in black, or girls in plaid skirts, and people wearing safety pins or dressed in floofy white pirate shirts were dancing on the floor. I didn't recognize a lot of the music, but some of it I did. I know they played Marilyn Manson, Nine Inch Nails, and even one song by The Pixies. I love that song, too -- "Here Comes Your Man." Talk about a flash-back to my childhood! Awesome! Anyway, the whole club was cool, and I even managed to shoo away my fear of looking like an idiot long enough to dance to a few songs. It was great, and I'd gladly go again. Misti said she'd love to make a habit of going regularly, as it used to be one of their old haunts and hasn't been in a while. I'm glad we'll go again soon. I like dancing and I like that crowd, too. Much more my style of people than the trendy, glitzy people I always imagine when I hear "dance club." It was definitely fun!

I also haven't told you the latest on my car situation. Well the car and the airbags are in the shop at the moment. We're looking for a good airbag control module. The one I was sold is a dud, so hopefully we can find a good one, and hopefully we can find one under $700. That's the going rate for that particular part at the moment. We'll see what happens there. In the mean time, my car is chilling at the shop. Maybe he's meeting some nice girl cars over there and enjoying his relaxation time. Of course, having one's steering casing pulled apart piece by piece might not actually be relaxing...

I also haven't told you that I had a moment where I totally realized all at once that I really AM moving. I was sitting with Loki on the couch in his home. I'd just let him out for a potty break and wanted to love on him before heading home. I put my arm around him, looked at him lovingly and said, "Oh Loki, I'm going to miss you when I'm gone." I heard myself say it, and when the words hit my ears, it all became so real, and I just teared up. Oh my god, I thought, I am going to miss him... so, so much. He's the closest thing I've got to having my very own dog. I see him every week, and I won't get to do that anymore. And I'll miss Bobbi, and Misti! And Steve, and Melissa, and Laura.... And my job! As much as I dread it every week, I always enjoy it once I'm there. I sat there and realized, I am moving and leaving a lot of cool people and places behind. And I cried for a little bit. Loki has good shoulders to cry on. How did I end up making so many cool friends right before I'm supposed to move? Ugh. I guess it's okay, though. I mean, the important thing is it's not like moving will mean I'll lose those friends. I just won't see them as often. Now all I have to do is teach Loki to use email and I'll be set!

I also haven't told you about superheroes. sea monkeys, or horrifyingly bad reality t.v. I'll tell you about all that and my kickass weekend in another entry, though, I promise.