Home Alone...

But I don't mind, cuz Jessie gave me a bunch of dishes to do...
Or something like that, lol...
I'm about midway through, but I'm out of room, and I can't find a towel to hand-dry, so I'm letting them air-dry before I put them away and start on part two.
I'm also taking this time to do some of my laundry, which has been piling up in the second bathroom...kind of awkward having bras and panties in plain view, especially if we have company.
Hooray for laundry!

So I've been talking to this kid on MySpace, he's twenty-three and lives in Tokyo, and I don't know his real name, I don't think he knows mine, and I'm not even sure if he speaks English or just uses a translator program...but he seems pretty cool, and we've been going back and forth the last week, little tidbits about each other, and it's kind of fun. I mean, normally I hold to the whole 'Don't Talk to Strangers' thing, but he had this awesome cartoon picture of Twilight on his profile, and because I'm working off of Jessie's computer, I couldn't save the picture, so I asked to be his friend instead, just to keep it...but he started talking to me, I talked back, and, well, looks like I've got a friend. Weird...
But here's what I know about him:
1. He works in a movie theater, though I don't know if it's management or not.
2. He likes Linkin Park.
3. He's seen the Twilight movie four times.
4. His grandparents died a long time ago.
5. He has one sister, and still lives at home, both parents in residence.
6. He likes to watch tv, listen to music, and hang out with his friends.
7. When I said I love to read (and I went on about it a bit), his response was 'Reading is cool.'
8. He likes to clean, too.
And that's what I know so far, but, well, it's enough for me right now...my next question is if his sister is older or younger, though if she still lives at home, and he's twenty-three and lives at home, unless tradition's weird there, she's probably younger...

I've got another favorite song...

"I'm Letting Go" by Francesca Battistelli

'I’m letting go
Of the life I planned for me
And my dreams
I’m losing control
Of my destiny
It feels like I’m falling and that’s what it’s like to believe
So I’m letting go'

Well, at least I'm trying...