Happy Birthday to Me!

We did it! And it only took two more days. We hit our "modified goal" at work today, which in my mind means "we hit our goal" but in the company's mind means "yeah, but you took the short bus to get there." Fine, whatever. I'm ok with that. The short bus is my preferred mode of transportation nowadays anyway. All my friends are there.

I've got American Idol "Idol Gives Back" on, and boyfriend was right- it an hour Idol trying to make you feel bad. But its so INTRIGUING. Yes, Idol, tell me what a lazy scumbag I am that I'm not reaching for my phone now to donate DOUBLE my original amount if only Ryan Secrest would blow a kiss to me in the camera. Although, if I did call and Ryan Secrest blew a kiss to me into the camera, I would likely get nervous and hang up.

I should be packing right now. Obviously I am not. I move in two days, and can't wait to have my own apartment, but there is just something so surreal (read: labor intensive) about packing everything up that I am so mentally hesitant (read: lazy and unmotivated) to start. Most of the packing is done, and now I'm left with the stuff that I should throw away, but can't bring myself to do. Or the odd bits of stuff that have no obvious place. Or big things that don't fit in a box. And EVERYTHING. MUST. BE. IN. A. BOX.

My birthday was yesterday and went really well. Boyfriend has been great and once again went above and beyond. He got me a new (used) tv that will work with a remote (how novel!) and accessories for my mp3 player, treated me to a fantastic weekend watching fireworks and going to Cherry Blossom events, we had some great sushi and watched I Am Legend, and I got sick. Boo. I'm still not feeling great, but I'll survive.

I've saved the best gift for a paragraph all it's own because it was just that awesome. Rock-star BF made a bouquet of origami roses complete with pipe cleaner stems- thorns and all!- and little pictures of us in the center of each rose. He even topped it off with a very liberal dousing of his cologne, so they smelled fantastic. Really amazing. He had them sitting on my desk when I got in to work and I was FLOORED. Absolutely in love with this man!

Oh yeah, and I got my license renewed. I could have done that online, but I wanted a new picture that didn't look like I was the star football player on the high school team. My new pic is cute, but my face is bright red. Almost glowing. Literally as though I had dipped my face in a vat of blush and motorboated it around a bit. But at least I don't look like I might eat you.