Shhhh... I'm at the library

So I theived Ar's library card... and am at the Bedford library using one of thier computers. The whole experience is somewhat wierd. Just because like I minimized a few screens... and now I can't find them. Like theyre gone... Done... They just vanished. Apparently there is no such thing as minimizing windows here at the library...Or I mean maybe I'm just slow and don't know how to work a computer that doesn't have windows on it. hahaha. But either way I get to kill an hour online which is GREAT fun! Yay library.

So let's see... I'll do a rundown of the weekend...

Friday:
There was more traffic than usual. Which was annoying. But I still got here by like 10:30. I was so tired. It was crazy. I even SUCKED down a Diet Coke on the way and that didn't wake me up. I met Ar at her shop and fell asleep in the parking lot while I was waiting for her to get back from Barnes and Noble. But either way... then we went back to her apt... and I passed out. hahaha. I'm funny :)

Saturday:
Got up and drove Ar to work. Then went to Barnes and Noble -- my new Saturday hang out. I bought a new journal which I was SUPER excited about. And then I sat at their cafe... drank a green tea and journaled for about 2 hours (but not in the new journal... because I'm not quite done the old one yet). Then I got Ar and myself lunch at a cute little sandwhich place and we ate it at her shop.
Then I went to the foodstore and bought stuff for dinner because I decided I was going to be all domestic and make dinner. So I got stuff for cream of broc soup, tacos, corn muffins, choc chip cookies and as an added bonues I got wine and flowers. I then went back to her apt and promptly turned into Suzie homemaker. It was great. First I made the soup. (Which if I do say so myself came out VERY well... probably because I used the good full fat cheese and half and half instead of fat free milk hahaha). Then I made the choc chip cookies. And I didn't even burn them! Which is a miracle if you've ever baked with me. Then I started the prep for dinner. Set the table. Opened the wine. Cut up the tomatos. Browned the meat and measured everything out for the rice. Had the muffins all in the little muffin trays and everything. So all I had to do was finish everything up so dinner would be ready right as Ar was getting home. So she called me on her way home and I got all excited... and then she called me when she was getting off at her exit and was like I accidentally took Eric's wallet... I have to go back to the store to switch them. So.... I had to wait another hour! It was pretty funny though. So then I entertained myself and finished dinner when she got home. Everything came out really good. The corn muffins really made the meal. I do love them... and so easy to make! Just add water and an egg and voila!
We didn't do much after that. It was like 9:30 by the time we finished dinner and went to bed soon after. And in the middle of the night Ar decided that her bed was too small and uncomfortable so we moved to the floor... did I mention she has HARD WOOD FLOORS?? Yeah... I mean it was a lot better for my back because her bed kills it. But my boney ass hips were not lovin the hard wood floor. But either way... I did get plenty of sleep and that's what matters :)

Sunday:
Well... pretty much got up, ate a few choc chip cookies... drove with Ar to work. And now I'm pirating her time on the comp at the Bedford library. It's great! Her boss is off though, so I'll probably head back to the shop to play for a bit and she's done at 5 today. Then I have to drive back to Jersey. But it wont be TOO bad.

It's really wierd being on the library computer because there's a big countdown screen at the top that shows you how much time you have left. Ok... its not THAT big, but its yellow and never goes away. I have 34 minutes left... which is plenty of time. But I still feel like I need to rush and am all panicky simply because there IS a countdown. Does that make me a spaz? Because I know 34 minutes is MORE than enough time to finish this here post, but I just feel the need to panick because there is a limit. Does that make sense at ALL?

I forgot I have my iPod in my purse (or old lady bag as Ar and my mom like to call it... meanies), but I just whipped it out and am now listening to some Counting Crows. Because the silence at the library sometimes freaks me out. Like I get the urge to just say something REALLY loudly. It's like in college when we used to go to the library to 'study' for finals... and I would always want to talk. Because when I'm put in situations where I'm not allowed to talk.. that's all I want to do. But hey, thats just me.

And this seat is really low and the desk is really high... so I feel like I'm a toddler trying to reach the computer. Like I should go grab an Encyclopedia or phone book to sit on... that would be really nice.

But as you can see I clearly don't have all that much else to say. So I'm gonna get this bad boy posted.

There might be another pointless post coming in the next 31 minutes before I'm banned from the 'puter... who knows?!