Manbearpig
So, yeah, anyway.
David and I pretty much have the apartment all set up. We bought two $27 bookcases at Walmart and crammed all our manga into them. I had fanciful dreams of organizing them all alphabetically and having every title visible, but the reality was that I had to make two rows on most of the shelves, so half of the books are hidden. I put all my Japanese stuffed animals of the ledges around the living room and am trying to figure out what to do with most of my other crap.
We bought a mattress on one of the tax-free days and had it delivered the next day. The delivery guys set that thing up before I could even blink. It's nice and comfy with comfy sheets that my mom kindly bought for us.
I embarrassed myself when the Comcast guys came to set up the cable--In an overzealous fervor I ran upstairs to let the guy in the front door, but forgot that my apartment was going to slam shut behind me and lock on its own. Because I did not think of this, I didn't take my keys with me. So the Comcast guy was like, "Hi, how are you? My name is Jim," and I was like, "Hi. I locked myself out and need to run and get a spare. Bye." Then I ran out into the rain with no shoes on and got a spare from the landlady. One cool thing: since Comcast doesn't have any digital cable boxes to give us, we get 6 months free DVR instead. Hello, series recording of MonsterQuest! Goodbye, missed episodes of Project Runway!
We threw some blankets /sheets over the windows until we could find some curtains. It turns out the default rods in the apartment are made for pleated drapes, which are going out of style. Therefore, you can't find them anywhere, except Curtain Factory Outlet, where there were exactly 3 styles, and all of them were so expensive. We decided to buy new curtain rods and regular curtains. My dad came down and helped set them up. Alas, they are a bit more sheer than I had thought. I'm thinking of exchanging them for another style that was more expensive but meatier.
Maintenance still has not come to fix the shitty grouty tiles or the busted closet or anything else I complained about over a week ago. David called the landlady again but he had to leave a message. I really want to mop my tiles or something, because they look like crap, but they need to be fixed beforehand.
Some guy did come in and spray the carpet to remove the dank smell it had retained since being steam cleaned.
We drove to David's house and picked up the cats the first Tuesday after we moved in. The fluffy one, Spaghetti, had fleas, so I dumped some Frontline on him. I'm so happy to be able to remove them from their toxic environment where nobody cleaned anything, not even their litterbox, and where they ate crappy food and had only one grimy window to look out of. They cried all the way back to apartment and made me want to cry, too. I'm such a softie that the sound of a cat meowing sadly / desperately to get out of a cat carrier breaks my heart. However, once in their new home, they adapted swiftly. Fish Face in particular is addicted to all the nice big windows (the first time he sat staring out a window, a stray cat approached, and he let out a scream that sounded like a human being releasing his soul to death. I was shocked because his normal meows are very quiet and chirpy). Spaghetti follows me everywhere so that I can't do anything without his face in my face. When he's not purring, he's purring. They both sleep on the bed with us and, to make a long, cat-crazy story short, they are fucking awesome.
I took them both to the vet today, to see one of my favorite doctors. They'd never been taken to a vet before, but they were such good patients, you'd think they were old pros. Fish Face is more skittish and jumpy than Spaghetti, but even he didn't seem to mind being poked with needles. I elected to have a "junior wellness" blood panel done to check all their organ functions and so on, because I figure I should just go all out while I have this 75% discount. Though they were model patients, you could tell they had had quite enough by the end, because Spaghetti slithered behind the exam table and Fish Face stuffed himself behind the sink faucet. They went right back into their carriers and didn't make much noise on the way home. Now they seem to have forgotten all the exciting events of the day and are back to lounging around. Tomorrow my mom and I are bringing Squeek in to see the same doctor and get updated on her shots.
I had a dermatology appointment that sucked because my skin has gotten worse and he said I should start using that spironolactone crap again. Which means I have to have blood drawn again soon. Dammit! I also moved a dentist appointment to an earlier date because there's something funky going on with my back molar / gum, which I totally blame on the removal of my wisdom teeth two years ago because it left me with a weird gap in my gums.
What's up with Wii controllers being a huge rip-off? To buy the wiimote and nunchuk, you have to spend about $60. I ended up winning a set on Ebay for $48 instead. The reason I want one now is because living with David means living with all his video game systems, and I discovered that Resident Evil: The Umbrella Chronicles is mad fun with two players.
I made some spaghetti and clam sauce with shrimp last night and did just about everything wrong, including melting a tupperware lid on the stove, but it still tasted good.
I have a pretty weird story about seeing Hamlet 2 last night, but I'll have to save it for later because my eyes are starting to blur.
David and I pretty much have the apartment all set up. We bought two $27 bookcases at Walmart and crammed all our manga into them. I had fanciful dreams of organizing them all alphabetically and having every title visible, but the reality was that I had to make two rows on most of the shelves, so half of the books are hidden. I put all my Japanese stuffed animals of the ledges around the living room and am trying to figure out what to do with most of my other crap.
We bought a mattress on one of the tax-free days and had it delivered the next day. The delivery guys set that thing up before I could even blink. It's nice and comfy with comfy sheets that my mom kindly bought for us.
I embarrassed myself when the Comcast guys came to set up the cable--In an overzealous fervor I ran upstairs to let the guy in the front door, but forgot that my apartment was going to slam shut behind me and lock on its own. Because I did not think of this, I didn't take my keys with me. So the Comcast guy was like, "Hi, how are you? My name is Jim," and I was like, "Hi. I locked myself out and need to run and get a spare. Bye." Then I ran out into the rain with no shoes on and got a spare from the landlady. One cool thing: since Comcast doesn't have any digital cable boxes to give us, we get 6 months free DVR instead. Hello, series recording of MonsterQuest! Goodbye, missed episodes of Project Runway!
We threw some blankets /sheets over the windows until we could find some curtains. It turns out the default rods in the apartment are made for pleated drapes, which are going out of style. Therefore, you can't find them anywhere, except Curtain Factory Outlet, where there were exactly 3 styles, and all of them were so expensive. We decided to buy new curtain rods and regular curtains. My dad came down and helped set them up. Alas, they are a bit more sheer than I had thought. I'm thinking of exchanging them for another style that was more expensive but meatier.
Maintenance still has not come to fix the shitty grouty tiles or the busted closet or anything else I complained about over a week ago. David called the landlady again but he had to leave a message. I really want to mop my tiles or something, because they look like crap, but they need to be fixed beforehand.
Some guy did come in and spray the carpet to remove the dank smell it had retained since being steam cleaned.
We drove to David's house and picked up the cats the first Tuesday after we moved in. The fluffy one, Spaghetti, had fleas, so I dumped some Frontline on him. I'm so happy to be able to remove them from their toxic environment where nobody cleaned anything, not even their litterbox, and where they ate crappy food and had only one grimy window to look out of. They cried all the way back to apartment and made me want to cry, too. I'm such a softie that the sound of a cat meowing sadly / desperately to get out of a cat carrier breaks my heart. However, once in their new home, they adapted swiftly. Fish Face in particular is addicted to all the nice big windows (the first time he sat staring out a window, a stray cat approached, and he let out a scream that sounded like a human being releasing his soul to death. I was shocked because his normal meows are very quiet and chirpy). Spaghetti follows me everywhere so that I can't do anything without his face in my face. When he's not purring, he's purring. They both sleep on the bed with us and, to make a long, cat-crazy story short, they are fucking awesome.
I took them both to the vet today, to see one of my favorite doctors. They'd never been taken to a vet before, but they were such good patients, you'd think they were old pros. Fish Face is more skittish and jumpy than Spaghetti, but even he didn't seem to mind being poked with needles. I elected to have a "junior wellness" blood panel done to check all their organ functions and so on, because I figure I should just go all out while I have this 75% discount. Though they were model patients, you could tell they had had quite enough by the end, because Spaghetti slithered behind the exam table and Fish Face stuffed himself behind the sink faucet. They went right back into their carriers and didn't make much noise on the way home. Now they seem to have forgotten all the exciting events of the day and are back to lounging around. Tomorrow my mom and I are bringing Squeek in to see the same doctor and get updated on her shots.
I had a dermatology appointment that sucked because my skin has gotten worse and he said I should start using that spironolactone crap again. Which means I have to have blood drawn again soon. Dammit! I also moved a dentist appointment to an earlier date because there's something funky going on with my back molar / gum, which I totally blame on the removal of my wisdom teeth two years ago because it left me with a weird gap in my gums.
What's up with Wii controllers being a huge rip-off? To buy the wiimote and nunchuk, you have to spend about $60. I ended up winning a set on Ebay for $48 instead. The reason I want one now is because living with David means living with all his video game systems, and I discovered that Resident Evil: The Umbrella Chronicles is mad fun with two players.
I made some spaghetti and clam sauce with shrimp last night and did just about everything wrong, including melting a tupperware lid on the stove, but it still tasted good.
I have a pretty weird story about seeing Hamlet 2 last night, but I'll have to save it for later because my eyes are starting to blur.