The Mists of Avalon...
So I'm currently in Avalon, NJ. with Wayd and his family. Unfortunately we come home tonight. I could probably stay here for about another week. The house is huge. It's almost exactly the same layout as Kimmy Mowl's in the OBX. The balcony off the living room looks out across the bay... it almost matches exactly the image they always used for the Dawson's Creek promos. Everytime I look at it, I want to sing, "I don't want to wait..." The best part is that his Aunt (a real estate mogul) owns it ... and about a dozen others all over the coasts.
I decided that I was going to devote my three days here to getting a tan. I made my best effort yesterday and was able to attain a shade that is neither white nor pink.
This vacation is well deserved after the last two weeks of pure stress and panic over the apartment in Philadelphia. Which, btw, Ashley and I began moving our stuff in on friday. It was ridiculous. I kept feeling like I was stuck in a National Lampoon's movie just trying to get there. I kept saying that, "I hope there is a giant moose I can punch in the face." Lugging all the furniture and boxes and televisions and monitors up a steep flight of steps to the third floor was a bitch. I'm proud to say that I conquered Ashley's plastic bin of dvds. Wayd even walked to a store to buy a screwdriver so that he could take our kitchen table apart to get it through the doorway.
The realty company did a poor job of cleaning the place too. I can't wait to bleach everything down and start putting stuff away. Wayd is going to call and bitch for Ashley and I. The big problem is that the living room carpet has a cat piss smell. He said he'll talk to them and get them to take care of it... either really washing the carpets or tearing it up and laying a new one. I was mad. I didn't notice it when we looked at the apartment because the windows were open and the air conditioner on. The realtor had also said they would come and clean the carpets. The living room carpet has a mud/dirt/some disgusting stain on it... and I believe that's where the cat piss smell is emanating from. You can't smell it anywhere else... only when you're standing in that spot in the living room.
I have a gymnastics date with Flash on tuesday. I have no idea where or how it's possible... but somewhere in Philly is holding an open gym for 7 bucks. Wayd is excited to come watch.
I'll probably drive home early on Wednesday so that I can swim with Varner. Then I finish my last two days at McDonalds on thursday and friday.
I'll return to Philly on friday with my dad. He's going to help me bring the rest of my stuff... aka: my bed, computer, and clothes. Then I will officially be a resident of Philadelphia. I'm still kind of freaking out. Hopefully that feeling goes away when I have a job.
Yeah.... I don't have a job yet.
*Wish me luck!!* lol
... I also realized this entry lacks my normal exciting and funny wit. I'm sorry. I shall make a better effort in the future. But I'm sitting here bloated and drained from the sun so I hope you'll understand.
I decided that I was going to devote my three days here to getting a tan. I made my best effort yesterday and was able to attain a shade that is neither white nor pink.
This vacation is well deserved after the last two weeks of pure stress and panic over the apartment in Philadelphia. Which, btw, Ashley and I began moving our stuff in on friday. It was ridiculous. I kept feeling like I was stuck in a National Lampoon's movie just trying to get there. I kept saying that, "I hope there is a giant moose I can punch in the face." Lugging all the furniture and boxes and televisions and monitors up a steep flight of steps to the third floor was a bitch. I'm proud to say that I conquered Ashley's plastic bin of dvds. Wayd even walked to a store to buy a screwdriver so that he could take our kitchen table apart to get it through the doorway.
The realty company did a poor job of cleaning the place too. I can't wait to bleach everything down and start putting stuff away. Wayd is going to call and bitch for Ashley and I. The big problem is that the living room carpet has a cat piss smell. He said he'll talk to them and get them to take care of it... either really washing the carpets or tearing it up and laying a new one. I was mad. I didn't notice it when we looked at the apartment because the windows were open and the air conditioner on. The realtor had also said they would come and clean the carpets. The living room carpet has a mud/dirt/some disgusting stain on it... and I believe that's where the cat piss smell is emanating from. You can't smell it anywhere else... only when you're standing in that spot in the living room.
I have a gymnastics date with Flash on tuesday. I have no idea where or how it's possible... but somewhere in Philly is holding an open gym for 7 bucks. Wayd is excited to come watch.
I'll probably drive home early on Wednesday so that I can swim with Varner. Then I finish my last two days at McDonalds on thursday and friday.
I'll return to Philly on friday with my dad. He's going to help me bring the rest of my stuff... aka: my bed, computer, and clothes. Then I will officially be a resident of Philadelphia. I'm still kind of freaking out. Hopefully that feeling goes away when I have a job.
Yeah.... I don't have a job yet.
*Wish me luck!!* lol
... I also realized this entry lacks my normal exciting and funny wit. I'm sorry. I shall make a better effort in the future. But I'm sitting here bloated and drained from the sun so I hope you'll understand.