Moving time! One last call for alcohol until the housewarming party...
"One bedroom, one bath
Hardwood floors with view of trees
One bedroom, one bath
Parking space for extra fee.
My little flock of boxes and I surrounded by a painted-white unknown
Soon as this wall in my heart comes down,
I'm gonna make it feel like home."
Vienna said it prettier than I can, but the short and sweet of it is that I'm moving out. And soon.
I'm touring apartments tomorrow and hopefully, I can get the one bed/one bath one that's five minutes' walk from school, so I can save money on a parking permit by not bothering to buy one at all. And hopefully, I can find a way not to starve in order to live on my own, pay my bills, and cosplay, but even if I do starve, fuck if I won't be starving on my own terms. I feel good about that. I can live with that.
So Orange and I are most likely going to be out of my mom's house by the end of June, if not the end of this month, depending on what all happens.
I'm sick of having no space to call my own, not being able to sew when I want, or keep my room and everything else the way I want. I'd like to be able to arrange things my own way and decorate how I want, and fuck it if someone else doesn't like how I do it, because it'll be my own personal hovel they're crashing on. Ya know? I want a place to put my television where I want it and watch anime at odd hours without worrying that my mom might wake up and come tell me off, and have my friends over without any fear that we're bothering my brother and my mom or that anyone is gonna overhear our conversation. Neighbors are one thing and I'll deal with that, whatever, but I'm just aching for my own spot.
I really want the apartment down by BSU, too, because it's five minutes' drive, maybe a fifteen minute walk, from my mom's apartment, so she and Todd and I can still easily spend time together and then go back to our separate places for the night.
I think it's time I did something for myself, on my terms entirely.
I'm gonna put up all the posters I want and have an ugly couch if I want it, and whatever other garish shit I happen to like. I'm gonna set up my hot pink furniture that offends my mom's eyes and put my Rock Band kit in the middle of the living room if I want to, because I'll be the only one tripping over it. I am ready. Bring on the poverty, the annoyance at having to bust my ass, and the cooking for one plus a cat. Bring on the friends whenever they want to come visit and the quiet nights when the only thing moving in the house is my cat and my foot tapping to my music.
Booyaka!
"The future, according to some scientists, will be exactly like the past, only far more expensive."
Hardwood floors with view of trees
One bedroom, one bath
Parking space for extra fee.
My little flock of boxes and I surrounded by a painted-white unknown
Soon as this wall in my heart comes down,
I'm gonna make it feel like home."
Vienna said it prettier than I can, but the short and sweet of it is that I'm moving out. And soon.
I'm touring apartments tomorrow and hopefully, I can get the one bed/one bath one that's five minutes' walk from school, so I can save money on a parking permit by not bothering to buy one at all. And hopefully, I can find a way not to starve in order to live on my own, pay my bills, and cosplay, but even if I do starve, fuck if I won't be starving on my own terms. I feel good about that. I can live with that.
So Orange and I are most likely going to be out of my mom's house by the end of June, if not the end of this month, depending on what all happens.
I'm sick of having no space to call my own, not being able to sew when I want, or keep my room and everything else the way I want. I'd like to be able to arrange things my own way and decorate how I want, and fuck it if someone else doesn't like how I do it, because it'll be my own personal hovel they're crashing on. Ya know? I want a place to put my television where I want it and watch anime at odd hours without worrying that my mom might wake up and come tell me off, and have my friends over without any fear that we're bothering my brother and my mom or that anyone is gonna overhear our conversation. Neighbors are one thing and I'll deal with that, whatever, but I'm just aching for my own spot.
I really want the apartment down by BSU, too, because it's five minutes' drive, maybe a fifteen minute walk, from my mom's apartment, so she and Todd and I can still easily spend time together and then go back to our separate places for the night.
I think it's time I did something for myself, on my terms entirely.
I'm gonna put up all the posters I want and have an ugly couch if I want it, and whatever other garish shit I happen to like. I'm gonna set up my hot pink furniture that offends my mom's eyes and put my Rock Band kit in the middle of the living room if I want to, because I'll be the only one tripping over it. I am ready. Bring on the poverty, the annoyance at having to bust my ass, and the cooking for one plus a cat. Bring on the friends whenever they want to come visit and the quiet nights when the only thing moving in the house is my cat and my foot tapping to my music.
Booyaka!
"The future, according to some scientists, will be exactly like the past, only far more expensive."