Wednesday, April 23, 2008

All Mine and Bigger than a Breadbox

Sound the alarm, alert the troops, fire the missiles...I have officially moved all the way into my new apartment! All the boxes have been unpacked, the clothes are in the closet (er...or on my floor, which makes it really seem like home), the kitchen is organized, and amazingly enough, it all fits just right into 460 square feet of living space.

No, that was not a mistake- my apartment is only slightly larger than the cubic feet on the smallest Uhaul truck.

I love my new place. It is so cozy but still has enough room to stretch out the teeny tiniest bit. Like one leg at a time. My family (sans little sister) is coming to visit tomorrow and I have finally put down all the finishing touches I could muster, though my decorating skills can best be summed up at "remedial." That reminds me- I forgot to get a scented candle at the store to cover up the smell of claustrophobia.

I'm really excited for my family to visit, though I'm not sure where we are all going to sleep. I have enough sleeping surface for everyone, just not enough room to lay those surfaces down at the same time. Maybe we will sleep in shifts? Perhaps someone gets to sleep on the balcony? I could invest in a hammock.

Well, we'll see how it goes. It's time to stop ignoring the $125 worth of groceries (read: junk food) I just bought for the fam that are splayed about my kitchen.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Happy Birthday to Me!

We did it! And it only took two more days. We hit our "modified goal" at work today, which in my mind means "we hit our goal" but in the company's mind means "yeah, but you took the short bus to get there." Fine, whatever. I'm ok with that. The short bus is my preferred mode of transportation nowadays anyway. All my friends are there.

I've got American Idol "Idol Gives Back" on, and boyfriend was right- it an hour Idol trying to make you feel bad. But its so INTRIGUING. Yes, Idol, tell me what a lazy scumbag I am that I'm not reaching for my phone now to donate DOUBLE my original amount if only Ryan Secrest would blow a kiss to me in the camera. Although, if I did call and Ryan Secrest blew a kiss to me into the camera, I would likely get nervous and hang up.

I should be packing right now. Obviously I am not. I move in two days, and can't wait to have my own apartment, but there is just something so surreal (read: labor intensive) about packing everything up that I am so mentally hesitant (read: lazy and unmotivated) to start. Most of the packing is done, and now I'm left with the stuff that I should throw away, but can't bring myself to do. Or the odd bits of stuff that have no obvious place. Or big things that don't fit in a box. And EVERYTHING. MUST. BE. IN. A. BOX.

My birthday was yesterday and went really well. Boyfriend has been great and once again went above and beyond. He got me a new (used) tv that will work with a remote (how novel!) and accessories for my mp3 player, treated me to a fantastic weekend watching fireworks and going to Cherry Blossom events, we had some great sushi and watched I Am Legend, and I got sick. Boo. I'm still not feeling great, but I'll survive.

I've saved the best gift for a paragraph all it's own because it was just that awesome. Rock-star BF made a bouquet of origami roses complete with pipe cleaner stems- thorns and all!- and little pictures of us in the center of each rose. He even topped it off with a very liberal dousing of his cologne, so they smelled fantastic. Really amazing. He had them sitting on my desk when I got in to work and I was FLOORED. Absolutely in love with this man!

Oh yeah, and I got my license renewed. I could have done that online, but I wanted a new picture that didn't look like I was the star football player on the high school team. My new pic is cute, but my face is bright red. Almost glowing. Literally as though I had dipped my face in a vat of blush and motorboated it around a bit. But at least I don't look like I might eat you.

Monday, April 7, 2008

She's Alive!

There is so much going on right now that I don't even know where to start. I've been contemplating starting a new blog called "Don't be Jealous" or "Glad I don't work there" or "My job is the kind that gets written about in fun op-ed pieces that are designed to make you feel better about your job," but I decided that since I've been lagging 4 months in between posts, I better not bite off more than I can mindlessly chew while watching Biggest Looser.

Anyway, if I were to write this new blog, it would be full of stories about how I work for a pack of retarded feral vermin and how most of my "customers" look to Flava Flav as a personal and professional role model. But thats another blog. I'll get to it eventually.

I move out of my apartment in a mere 5 days to become a single apartment renter for the first time. That, friends, is one step closer to home ownership! So close I can almost taste it.

We are closing in on another quarter at work, and are about 50 students away from goal- with 5 days to go. We can do it, I think. Hopefully. Maybe. We'll see.