hopeless savages
so there's no internet in my new house, save for the free dial-up that i achieve on a scrap computer with a mish mash of parts that's held together with bondo and runs linux... the keyboard is covered in motor oil and the right-hand shift key doesn't work. there are no flash players, and i can't log into my gmail account..
other than that, the windows in my room 9which is, essentially, the attic0 (see what that shift key is doing to me!?!) are simply shoved into place, wedged above a very steeply pitched roof. i'm attempting to put hinges on them but they're extremely hard to approach from the outside. there are no ceiling lights, but there are two ceiling fans, and only wires that come out of the wall that i'm assuming is telephone.
there's still a body stain on the carpet from the dude who committed suicide a few years ago - apparently the extent of the effort of clean up was sprayed simple green, a blot, and a throw rug to cover up. *shudder* no wonder he's still haunting the place, parts of him are still THERE, under my bed...
the good? i just baked an apple pie with apples from the back yard, organized the spice cabinets, and have big plans for some pseudo construction in my room - and my roommates are totally cool with it, and in fact, are encouraging me to alter whatever i want pretty much however i want...
i'm mostly moved in, and i've recently adopted a bearded dragon (i'd put in a link but i'm pretty sure this browser won't allow it)... he came from a habitual stoner who called him "puff" but i feel pretty stupid calling him that so i'm waiting for the inspiration of a better name.
i still hate work, but i'm going to be getting a raise pretty soon (like this week), and i'll hopefully have them pay for me to get my anesthesia tech certification, which will help me find a better job.
i'm lonely as all hell. but i guess maybe this will give me time to read some more.
other than that, the windows in my room 9which is, essentially, the attic0 (see what that shift key is doing to me!?!) are simply shoved into place, wedged above a very steeply pitched roof. i'm attempting to put hinges on them but they're extremely hard to approach from the outside. there are no ceiling lights, but there are two ceiling fans, and only wires that come out of the wall that i'm assuming is telephone.
there's still a body stain on the carpet from the dude who committed suicide a few years ago - apparently the extent of the effort of clean up was sprayed simple green, a blot, and a throw rug to cover up. *shudder* no wonder he's still haunting the place, parts of him are still THERE, under my bed...
the good? i just baked an apple pie with apples from the back yard, organized the spice cabinets, and have big plans for some pseudo construction in my room - and my roommates are totally cool with it, and in fact, are encouraging me to alter whatever i want pretty much however i want...
i'm mostly moved in, and i've recently adopted a bearded dragon (i'd put in a link but i'm pretty sure this browser won't allow it)... he came from a habitual stoner who called him "puff" but i feel pretty stupid calling him that so i'm waiting for the inspiration of a better name.
i still hate work, but i'm going to be getting a raise pretty soon (like this week), and i'll hopefully have them pay for me to get my anesthesia tech certification, which will help me find a better job.
i'm lonely as all hell. but i guess maybe this will give me time to read some more.