Just my own space, sweet love of mine. Just leave me that, and we'll be fine.

Jan 19, 2009 12:27

All of my worldly posessions and I have been exiled to approximately 1/3 of the guest room while flooring people re-do the basement. The other 2/3 has been devoted to crap from the rest of the basement. Needless to say, it's a tight squeeze. I am currently working out just how I am to fit in the bed when it is currently home to my clothing, a laundry basket, a DVD player, my hair stuff, and a backpack or two. To reach the bed itself, I have to step over numerous pairs of boots, a flat of V8, and a stack of blankets. I write this perched on a vanity dresser that was here to start, and is decorated with my alarm clock, my school books, my makeup bag, a couple books for pleasure reading, and a large lamp.

I get to live like this for a week. My joy, she is palpable.

There are perks to this situation though. I do get new a new floor. Mum picked out some really nice hardwood to go in. There's also one of the workers, who is rather good-looking and of the male persuasion.  Of course, my introduction to him came bright and early when Dave woke me up to clear me out of my room so they could get started. I do not have a particularly lovely morning face, folks. Nor do I make a good impression when I have literally JUST rolled out of bed. A comparison to Medussa is NOT out of place. Oh, well. At the very least I have my homework to distract me.

Seven days 'til I can reoccupy my room. If I could find my calendar, I'd start marking off days.

life in general

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