There are always a lot of complaints when I post a rant. Many people feel I don't really "rant", That is true, I am more the type to rend my clothes and rail against fate. If you've ever seen Emma Thompson's chapel scene in 'A Midsummer's Night Dream' - that's like me. It doesn't sound as snappy as ranting. Piro and I are quite peeved - a neighbor was broken into this week. What really sucks is we were outside and neighbors were walking by the area doing laundry and such and none of us saw or heard a thing. I also just found out today that a coworker who lives in our complex was robbed sometime this year and there was a purse snatching last weekend. Great. Ya know, they never disclose any of this before hand. Luckily I have Piro as my own personal body guard. I have been extremely cautious recently. Last night I saw a stranger strolling by with an odd bundle and looking into houses. I ran out into the yard only to discover the bundle was a bongo drum. Much to my relief he was simply lost and the jam session he was looking for was in another area - far away. We also have some interesting neighbors - someone named Jarrett is in a lot of trouble with one or more of his girlfriends. They come over at all hours and let me tell you - they can RANT. They stand in the yard ranting at him at the top of their little lungs. Jarrett is at least smart enough to remain inside and pretend to not be home. Honestly ladies, he's not worth the time or energy and you are disturbing my sleep.

I don't know if Piro has mentioned this yet but it is only two weeks until we go on vacation. We are headed to Mammoth Cave, Kentucky to do some spelunking - I wanted to take the moderately difficult tour and Piro wanted to do the Wild Cave exploration. Forget it! ! ! He'd probably stage an 'accident' to collect my insurance money to fund Megatokyo. We settled on a tour that mentions climbing 130 feet and fear of confined spaces. My parents took me on the tour when I was but a wee lass. My parents were in their mid-fourties at the time so I figure we can handle it being several decades younger. We then head to Atlanta and our favorite Japanese restaurant - Satsuki (probably our main reason for going to atlanta ^_^) and then down to Tybee Island to see the coast. We will end up in the Great Smokey Mountains for a few days and head home. I can't wait. Work sucks. It is only going to get worse - my coworker from my debut strip, Em, is leaving to attend Veterinary school. Damn, that is going to make work pure living hell.

I got into grad school. I'm hoping to get a full alumni scholarship. It is the Alumni Mom and Dad scholarship. Actually dad was diagnosed with cancer last year and made me promise to apply before he died and he'd cover the cost. Naturally I promised and of course he is in remission and healthy as a horse again. He has joined a health club and goes religiously everyday and is, in fact, in better shape than most people my age. Never make a 'deathbed' promise - they may survive and then you are screwed! He remembers my part of the deal - I just hope he remembers his! He likes hanging his mortality over my head and is already nagging me to graduate before he dies. I have no doubt he will live to see ninety like his own mother. That gives me almost twenty years! I'm getting a master's in Library and Information Science. Yep, I'm going to be a librarian. Not the spinster version from 'It's a Wonderful Life' - more like Evelyn in the Mummy. I'll get Piro into all sorts of trouble!