So this is it--tomorrow I'm out of here for good!  Recently, I've been shocked because the parents activated a credit card to help me get stuff.  And at Target, they even picked up a "going away present"--Batman Begins, the one Batman flick I don't have.  What's ironic, however, is that the card provider locked their card because it was recently activated and a large purchase was going to be made on it.  What's equally ironic is that, in the end, I ended up purchasing my own going away present...because what's more ironic is that I expected to have to gradually get a bunch of stuff slowly.  No, instead I just end up with a $500 credit card purchase at Target.  Tack rent and my phone bill on...wow, a thousand dollars of credit card debt!  Then again, I had jack shit.  Except for my twenty-three boxes of books.  I just can't wait to get my student loans and use a loan to pay off debt.  This sounds like a slippery slope.  At least the parents say that they'll "give me some money" to help out.  I don't know why that's in quotes.

But hey, I now have a communist crock pot (it's red!  RED!  Like Chairman Mao!) and an adult beverage shaker that has this rotating cup with slits in it--and you line up this arrow with the name of a beverage and it shows you all of the ingredients you'll need.  So when any of you fine ladies visit, there can be adult beverages.  I could even make a vodka martini, shaken--not stirred--and watch James Bond until I realize that I get bored watching things by myself.  Then I'll take something off the shelves and read for a spell.

I thought of valindamar the other day when I was playing tunnel rat in the attic.  Why?  Well, there's a Gambit action figure up there!  That was about the time that I got attacked by a crate of National Geographics and hit my head against the roof braces.  Ouchies.

I still need to find my copy of Detective Comics #700.  The cover has Batman with a sword on the front.  Mint condition.  How cool is that?  But the damn thing grows legs every time I'm looking for it.  And KitCat might have to go to the emergency room--she apparently mucked up her knee today at band practice, but she's being a trooper and sticking it out.

Goodbye, Hellwood and cramped living conditions!  Hello, Lewisburg and the Garret!