seriously, what did you expect me to do?

Its moving time AGAIN. Good gravy. Didn't I just do this 2 months ago? Yes. I did. Fucking Fuck.

I decided after 2 months here in my cute little studio that I have to get the fuck out. Don't get me wrong I love this little place. I however DON'T love the ants, the barking dogs, the cat poop in the laundry room, the ridiculously messy garage that I have to walk through to get to my room, the nearly $600/month rent that "included" cable and internet (and by cable i guess they  mean the only 12 channels you get by NOT having a digital cable converter, and by internet they mean the barely there wireless signal that I was never able to connect to and then the 3 weeks of them trying to hardwire my room for internet in which I had to go to a coffee shop to do my daily interneting.) Oh, and let's not forget the snake incident.

The real point of my blog today is this:
How many mother fucking times in my life am I  going to have to move my mother fucking high school year books?!

I mean really. I haven't actually looked at them in like 8 years. And I have 5 of them! (no, I wasn't a super senior, I just went to 2 different schools, and got 1 from each in one year). Its one of those things that I never want to get rid of them, but I'm so tired of having to move them. THEY'RE HUGE, hardbound heavy fuckers and I'm honestly just sick of them!! I want to just dump them off at my mom's house and just pick them up when (hopefully many many many many many moons in the future) pick them up when my brother and I go through her things after her funeral. Seriously, that's how badly I want them out.

Am I alone here? Is there anything in your life you've moved 9895028934 gazillion times and wish there was a safety deposit box for such things?

home sweet home

I'm finally all moved in! So, as requested... here's some pics of the new place!
My HUGE livingroom/bedroom. Yeah, my couch is my bed :)

thank goodness i have my own toolbox

Greetings!

Things are going swimmingly in my new apartment. Well... swimmingly as in, I'm pretty sure nothing else can go wrong here.

I've already changed the locks, cause I couldn't get the dead bolt to lock. I mean... really? My land lady prides herself in buying stuff from Habitat for Humanity, because it "supports the community." But there comes a point when you have to CHECK what you're buying, so as to not install crap into your home.

Door locked. Check.

Shower head barely dribbled. I mean... droplets. Took it off, found about a half a cup of water softener bits lodged in there. How did the previous tenant take showers like that?

Sink faucet? Well... it was working. Then it started leaking HUGE amounts of water under the sink. Turns out the hose has a tear, or isn't connected just right. If I pull the extender-hose-thing out it still leaks, but into the basin, as opposed to under the counter. Working on that one too.

New light fixture installed into my bathroom 3 days after I moved in. No lights in there until that happened. And of course... no light bulbs.

Refrigerator light, burned out. Off to K-mart to buy one. Installed. Still doesn't work. Glorious.

Internet? yeahhh... not really operational so much. I haven't been too worried about that one just yet, as the plethora of other calamities have kept be busy. Also I have no closet, so I had to buy a little hung-dinger from the K-mart and still need to assemble it. Busy Busy Busy!

Its fun tho. I'm not too worried just yet. I'm just really glad that I'm crafty and handy enough to take care of a lot of these problems. Obviously the previous tenant was NOT. Poor sap.

I'll attempt to get some pics up of my lovely pad, once the dust has finally settled. :)

Now I'm off to go shopping, and hopefully make my fridge look like this:

(and with fewer Coronas)

Cheers to you all, and have a great weekend. Hopefully, I'll have better news forthcoming on Monday!

my new place

Great news!!

I'm moving out!! YESSS! I'm finally an adult again!

Its kind of a miracle how it all happened, and Praise BE! It is happening!

Monday night I got into a HUGE fight with my dad. It was so retarded (yeah, I said retarded, so shoot me Ms. Palin). We were arguing about the dog's medicine, how much to give her, if she really needed that much, etc. I was like, "Ummmm, you know, I'm not a veterinarian, and I really don't want to make those judgement calls." Blah blah blah, yell yell yell... you get the picture.

I was so mad I was crying and yet wanted to punch something at the same time. It was not a fun night. Anyway, I had already been looking at apartments on ol' Craig's List and had already emailed on one place. As soon as the the argument was over, I got a call back about it, and I set up an appointment immediately. Next day I checked it out, loved it, filled out an application, and by the end of the day I had the place! Yesssss!!

Its a great little place, studio apt, full kitchen and bath. I'm really excited! I have no extra money for stuff, but WHO CARES!! The best part is all the utilities are included. Water, cable, Internet, heat, garbage, EVERYTHING!

I'm going to sign the papers tomorrow! And have a few celebratory beers tonight!!