I just love arguing with stupid people.  Seriously, if you can't remember what you said 5 minutes ago, don't even bother trying to contradict me, b/c I could go all day.  Ok, maybe quitting smoking is starting to get to me.  I mean, I will start some Facebook drama over anything these days.  Not necessarily b/c I have some impassioned opinion to express, I just want to argue.  Better to get it out of my system that way than bitching at Alex about some dumb shit, I guess.
Slept until 2 p.m. today...OMG, it felt SOOOO good.  Idk how I've been sleeping so much lately.  I guess the move took more out of me than I thought.  I was having some crazy dreams, though.  I don't remember much, but there was one where I was living w/my ex girlfriend, then my fiancee introduced me to his boss, who answered his door w/a shotgun pointed at us.  Then my dad came along, and I decided to introduce him to Alex's boss b/c they might like to party together.  So, I ended up moving in somewhere w/my dad, and he and Alex's boss drank until my dad passed out in my bed.  I woke up next to him like "Well, that's awkward, my dad is in my bed" then started thinking about some food I had left at my ex girlfriend's place.  Specifically, it was these frozen breakfast sausages wrapped in blueberry pancakes on a stick.  They are delicious.  I decided it wasn't worth going to see her, though, and that I would just get some more.  So, I went to go to the store and my dad woke up and expressed concern over my outfit, which was skimpy and all mussed up b/c I'd slept in it, b/c he was worried people would think something incestuous was going on.  This was extra funny in real life b/c he used to date this college girl who is younger than me and looks EXACTLY like my little sister.  Then, there was another part to the dream, or maybe a seperate dream, idk, where some people I didn't recognize told me they'd just been at my ex-boyfriend from Freshman year of high school's house, and that he was being gang raped.  Apparently, they didn't do anything about it, which I thought was pretty messed up.  So, there's my sub-conscious for you...whatever the hell all that means.
The only reason I even woke up today was b/c the Potter's Oil guy was making some interesting noises outside, which were nearly drowned out by the sound of the pouring rain...poor bastard.  Luckily, I was his last stop and the rain had only just started.  So, I woke up and put on some pants, figuring he'd probably need to see me before he left, then I started looking for the cats b/c I wanted to know where they all were before I had to open the door for him.  Gilbert, of course, immediately came up to me to vocalize his opinion on whatever the hell it is that's pissing him off, presumably the fact that he's not being allowed outside.  Smokey was sleeping on my chair.  I couldn't find Yin.  Anywhere.  I started freaking out.  Yin is my FAVORITE cat, not just of the ones I have/have had, but like, ever met in my life.  I looked in the bedroom, in the closets, in the bathroom, in the cabinets, in the kitchen, under the chairs, behind the chairs, I looked EVERYWHERE I could think of that he might be.  No Yin.  I started to worry that he might have snuck past Alex on his way to work.  It was raining HARD and he's never been outside at our new place before.  Panicking, I continued to frantically search for the kitty.  Then, the oil guy knocked on the door.  I couldn't very well ignore him, or tell him to wait until I found the potentially missing cat, so I let him in, guarding the door from the other 2 kitties.  Gilbert was interested in outside, but not in getting kicked away from the door, so he stayed as close as he could without making a move to get closer.  Smokey stood in the hallway, wise to the fact that he was not getting out that door, and not wanting to risk getting sprayed w/water.  The oil guy came in and started checking the stove to make sure it worked.  He wasn't there more than a couple minutes when I saw Yin walk into the living room to check out the visitor and make sure he posed no threat.  I couldn't really express my relief or surprise while this stranger was in my kitchen working on my stove, but I can NOT figure out where he could have been hiding.  It is, however, extremely sweet and cute that he came out to make sure that the newcomer was not going to harm his mommy.  He's like my little guard kitty <3
So, feeling a bit lazy today.  Also, unpacking is being hampered by a lack of tacky paper.  This means I can't put dishes in the cabinets, and I don't want to start unpacking other stuff, b/c I want to make sure there is enough room to put it in the other cabinets.  If the dishes don't fit where I plan to put them, I will have to put them in the cabinets where I plan to put the books, meaning if I put the books away, and have to move the dishes, I will have to move the books, as well as anything that ends up in whatever new place I decide to put the books...you get the picture.  Alex is all pissed off about all the boxes in the kitchen.  He started unpacking some things the other day, which was fine, but there are a lot of things he couldn't unpack b/c he knew I would just get pissed off and move them somewhere else.  So, he got frustrated and wanted me to unpack more.  I explained (for the 3rd time) that I needed tacky paper to unpack the dishes, and didn't want to unpack anything else until they were put away, and his frustration increased.  It pissed me off a little.  I mean, I don't have a job to occupy my thoughts/energy, I have this: the house, and unpacking.  So, needless to say, with the kind of personality type I have, everything has been planned out and pre-decided.  Also, I have made quite a lot of progress unpacking as much as I could before acquiring the tacky paper, and done it quite quickly, too, especially considering that I'm more than 7 months pregnant.  So, we actually had an argument about unpacking.  I felt insulted b/c he seemed to be insinuating that the effort I was putting in was inadequate, which I'm sure is not the case, as it's ALL I have to do, so I've put, as I said, quite a bit of thought into it.  He was insulted b/c he felt my telling him not to do any more unpacking meant that I think that whatever he does will inevitably be inferior to whatever I would have done myself.  Absolute silliness...gotta get that stupid tacky paper.
My baby shower is in 5 days.  I'm super nervous about it.  There's going to be a few people from Alex's family and their church that I don't know, and there's going to be a lot of my family that I haven't seen or spoken to in a long time.  Also, I think some of them might hate me b/c I'm an asshole on Facebook sometimes.  I just can't help myself, I'm an opinionated person sometimes.  Also, everyone is going to be "showering" me w/gifts, which makes me incredibly uncomfortable.  I have to keep in mind, it's not REALLY for me, it's for Aislynn, and I am just accepting them on her behalf.  I think I should practice acting grateful in a mirror or something.  I don't think very many of my friends are actually going to be there, which isn't a huge surprise, since I don't really have any friends that I maintain contact with.  Although, I have talked to a couple of my girlfriends from high school, and it's reminded me how much I love them.  We almost never talk, and yet I can pick up the phone and call them and we can talk about absolutely nothing for hours, just like it's still our sophomore year.  Hopefully with the extra space and nice big yard I can start having people around more often.  If I have time with the baby, that is.  I can't WAIT to not be pregnant anymore, it's getting ridiculous.  I can't do ANYTHING, like, I can barely dress myself.  It's so frustrating!  On the other hand, the idea of giving birth is TERRIFYING to me.  I am almost hoping I will need a C-Section.  I made the mistake of reading the baby books (I know they say you should, but ladies, don't read the baby books...they are scary) and it mentioned how sometimes they need to make an incision.  Yeah, there.  O.O Scary.  Also, I'm almost sure they will have to do this w/me, b/c I can't even handle a pap smear due to...uh...smallness issues... :/ Such a difficult topic to discuss w/any tact.  I'm also worried about getting all stretched out, b/c, like I said, kinda...smaller than some.  This is not usually a problem, and has many benefits that I'm sure I don't have to explain.  I'm afraid Alex will lose interest after I have the baby b/c my body will be all ruined.  :(  I talked to him about it, and he says I'm being silly, but I can't really know for sure how he's actually going to feel about it until after.
More to say, since a lot has been going on lately and I haven't updated in forever, but this is already really long, and I'm getting bored w/typing, so I think I'll save it for later.