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Life these days consists of going to class, watching Queer as Folk (Chris and I are on season three now, Cris, so you've got some catching up to do...), sleeping a lot, laying around the house with Chris, and eating every once in a while. I'm not complaining, though. It's pretty relaxing.
I move to Huntsvegas in two and a half weeks. Donna's living in their apartment already, and Chris isn't sure when he's going to move in. He says he can't be away from me for too long... blah blah blah, boys are silly. Just kidding, that's why I love him. His parents and I got him a shitload of stuff for his apartment and money for his birthday and for our anniversary, so I think he's feeling better about things. Now he just needs a job, but we all need one of those. There's already drama brewing around the apartment, and they haven't even been there at the same time yet. I'm not so much looking forward to that.
My roommate's name is Rebecca and she's from Lake Jackson. I've talked to her a little online and I can't decide if we're going to get along or not. Not that it matters, because I'll rarely be in my room and even when I am, we have separate rooms. She said that her boyfriend is moving up there, too, so our room is going to be pretty fucking empty all the time. So if you're ever in Huntsville and you need a place to stay, call me up. We're on the third floor, though, of course. Not only do I have a big ass hill to conquer on the way to everything every day, but I have three flights of stairs, too. Awesome. I am looking forward to those first few days between moving in and school starting. I haven't done much partying this summer, or this year, and I've missed it so.
The first Dane Cook CD was better than the new one, and no one agrees with me, but everyone else is wrong. The new one is fine, it's got it's moments, and sure it's funny, but the first one was just better.
So, that's about it. If anyone wants to send me love letters, just ask and I'll give you my new address.
I move to Huntsvegas in two and a half weeks. Donna's living in their apartment already, and Chris isn't sure when he's going to move in. He says he can't be away from me for too long... blah blah blah, boys are silly. Just kidding, that's why I love him. His parents and I got him a shitload of stuff for his apartment and money for his birthday and for our anniversary, so I think he's feeling better about things. Now he just needs a job, but we all need one of those. There's already drama brewing around the apartment, and they haven't even been there at the same time yet. I'm not so much looking forward to that.
My roommate's name is Rebecca and she's from Lake Jackson. I've talked to her a little online and I can't decide if we're going to get along or not. Not that it matters, because I'll rarely be in my room and even when I am, we have separate rooms. She said that her boyfriend is moving up there, too, so our room is going to be pretty fucking empty all the time. So if you're ever in Huntsville and you need a place to stay, call me up. We're on the third floor, though, of course. Not only do I have a big ass hill to conquer on the way to everything every day, but I have three flights of stairs, too. Awesome. I am looking forward to those first few days between moving in and school starting. I haven't done much partying this summer, or this year, and I've missed it so.
The first Dane Cook CD was better than the new one, and no one agrees with me, but everyone else is wrong. The new one is fine, it's got it's moments, and sure it's funny, but the first one was just better.
So, that's about it. If anyone wants to send me love letters, just ask and I'll give you my new address.