buongiorno! it's monday, and i am barely coherent. i had a pretty good weekend. friday night i did nothing, as i have mostly done for the past few months, because i had a long-distance run at 6am saturday morning. even though it was only 10 miles, it was one of the worst runs i have been on so far. first, i kind of got lost (we were running around haine's point and the tidal basin and i went the wrong way around). second, my knee was killing me, which is not a good thing, since i thought i'd banished that particular problem. third, i managed to develop and then pop an enormous blister on my toe, so the last two miles of the run involved me limping from one leg to the other, since my left leg had the bad knee, and my right foot had the popped blister so it felt like a million needles were sticking in my toe. i'm sure my waddle-run-hop-thing was an amusing sight for everybody.

saturday night was the bbq, and even though it rained, we stuck the thirty or so people who showed up inside the house and/or under the carport and managed to get some fun out of it. julie was the kickass grillmaster and made some very tasty burgers, and we got to play some beer pong and whatnot. i found that my beer pong skills are sadly lacking and very rusty, so i propose an immediate solution to bring them back to their peak: beer pong all night, every night. we have a perfect table in the basement of our house, and i'm only living there for two more weeks, so i've got to make use of it.

oh yes, i forgot to mention, the bbq involved a girl throwing up on the floor of our basement, then on herself, then maybe in the toilet, then in our kitchen sink? and some guy who literally stayed by our kitchen sink for at least three hours, laying his head down on the counter and moaning. for three hours.

sunday involved some post-party cleaning and bagels, and then: i started the process of Getting Ready to Move In With a Boyfriend Who is Going to Steal Your Closet Space. these are the facts: i am a girl. i like clothing. i like shoes and purses. i like beauty products. i currently have three closets worth of all the above. i am moving in, with my boyfriend, into one bedroom where there is one closet (ie, i can no longer have one closet solely for purses and shoes). i am also going to be sharing one bathroom with two boys. i'm not really worried about this fact, as both charles and tommy are far cleaner and neater than i or any girl i've ever lived with, but the fact remains: i own 32 different kinds of shampoo and conditioners and about 12 different kinds of lotions and face washes. we've only got one shower and rather limited counter space. some streamlining must be done.

so i went to target and bought all sorts of lovely rubbermaid bins and storage cases and little plastic boxes in which to put my 700 containers of maybelline eyeshadows. (which made me wonder if i'm actually going to create more clutter by getting so into all these cute storage boxes, but i'd rather not think about that.) i put all my sweaters and purses and scarves and a few other things into bins which are very neat and fit perfectly under my bed. i cleaned out my dresser, leaving two and half drawers for me and two and a half for tommy (who has recently become terrified after learning that i don't want to let him have any of his own furniture in our room because it won't match. well, it WON'T. i love tommy dearly, but his furniture is ugly, and mine is beautiful, and that's how it is).

but i suspect in the upcoming two weeks until our move-in date, i am going to have to learn how to share, compromise, and to not buy a dozen new products every time i step into a CVS. it'll be a life lesson, for sure.

our move-in is friday, august 27, and we'll be working all through the weekend, so if anyone wants to give us a hand, let us know. we need some manly men, because we're on the second floor and it'll be a pain the ass. i'll provide cookies and lemonade and beer!