….to the North Side.
We got our keys yesterday, and today we are going to take stuff out of our pod and over to the apartment. I guess that means we have the place. I’m very excited. Also a little scared. Until now we have been staying at Briggs’ parents’ house, living out of suitcases, and it has still felt like a vacation. Once we move into the apartment, well…we’ll be LIVING somewhere. Big step for me of course, you know—NOT living at home. There will be bills to pay and groceries to buy and meals to cook with them, and keys not to loose and so on and so on. And of course, friends to miss even more, once it no longer feels like I am just on a brief vacation and will be returning soon.
But I’m excited too.
The apartment is beautiful. Impractically so. The street is a gorgeous fusion of what my imagination tells me is New Orleans French Quarter/Gothic Victorian fusion. I can’t wait to see it in the fall. I can’t wait to see it in the winter.
I can’t wait to start arranging and decorating and figuring out where everything will go and I can’t WAIT to have my computer–as cranky as it’s been of late–back so I can use it so I can scan and draw and process photos.
The back of my right leg itches with the chronic contact dermatitis (so I assume) that I am annoyed by regularly.
On Friday morning I am meeting my counselor Monica, in person for the first time.
Hopefully I will have pictures soon–I haven’t stopped taking them.
Well, you didn’t really give me much to work with here, but lets see what I can do:
If your keys get “lost” its actually them making a break for it and coming back to California.
Things itch worse on the east coast. California is about to pass a law banning itching. And uncomfort of all types. The east coast not only endorses uncomfort, but is thinking about electing it into congress.
Your computer is cranky because it’s so far away from silicone valley… did you ever consult it about your move?!
and finally, in responce to “Once we move into the apartment, well…we’ll be LIVING somewhere.”…. Well, if you can really call existance out of california *living*…
So dude, what did you think of me channeling Britney?
Dood….that was…special.
Yes, I think special would be the word I’d use too.
Did I mention I was hitting the bottle that night?
No, no I wasn’t.
(hangs head in shame)
Congratulations! It’s exciting to have a place to call your very own! I can’t wait to see it!
Brendan…I have to discount your entire comment on grounds of you using the word ‘uncomfort’ twice.
Aaaannnnnddd…my computer was cranky pre-move. It’s got a problem regarding overclocking and a disagreement between the motherboard and the CPU. I think.
a) I used the word “uncomfort” multiple times to show just HOW uncomfortable it is. My point is made stronger by the fact that a google search for the word “uncomfort” returns a penny-arcade comic as its first hit.
b) Of course it was cranky pre-move! It was pouting about the fact that you were GOING to move. Don’t get me wrong, there may be a disagreement between the motherboard and the CPU, but the one thing they BOTH agree on is that they would rather be in California.
Ok…then I discount your comment on the basis of the fact that, for some reason, SVD keeps sending your comments to spam.
Oh! And you know what, Brendan…my keys couldn’t make a break ‘back’ to CA…’cause that’s not where tbey are from! When are you going to come visit me?
Brendans DISCOMFORT seems out of place, you see California embeds everyone with RFID tags and magnetic molecules while they sleep so soon enough you’ll be singled out as a terrorist and then drawn back to the mother-land with the huge magnet our Governor keeps in his pants. After you are sucked back to “GOD LAND” you will experience DISCOMFORT because you will need to be beaten with ballpeen hammers to neutralize your magnetism. But at least you will be back here in the “PROMISED AWESOME STATE OF HELLA”.. and let that be a lesson.
To be honest, I think the problem with your computer is my fault. It was probably insulted that it was replaced with a younger model. There has to be some bitterness about the divorce that I forced onto it. I promised it that we would still be friends after the separation, but then I ignored it for a few weeks, and then eventually sent it packing. Of course, the move probably didn’t help either. I’m sure it still had hopes that I would realize my mistake, and see that all the new features given to me by vista are not worth the loss of a faithful companion. But, in being dragged across the country, and exiled to the arm-pit of America, there will never be a chance for us to reconcile. It will have to settle into this rebound relationship, and just hope that its new partner doesn’t grow tired of it as well, and replace it once again.
dood! So not the arm-pit! I live in a dope victorian house and was able to go out to awesome italian food at 11:30 last night!