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We got the place!
Andrea went and looked at it today, and apparently it's awesome. It's a recently reno'ed heritage house right. down. town. I had this pipe dream of finding a place downtown, but I'd given up on it and was ready to take anything. And hardwood floors! I LOVE HARDWOOD FLOORS. I was so sad when I had to move out of Marks place and leave my beautiful floors. But these ones are so much better!
Apparently it's on a streetof heritage houses. Gawd, my sociology prof is gonna be so damn proud of me. It's old suburbia! Oh mah gawdz, we'll know our neighbours and everything.
I told my dad about it earlier, and he said he "doesn't love the area for Roman" (my nephew and the world's cutest child). See, shit like that is why it should be required by law to watch Radiant City. So deluded.
*cough* Anyways.
Katie's party last night was a blast. I'm a huge jerk and didn't call Geoff - I was in no state to be making phone calls by the time he was finished with the play. So I've been trying to call him all day, but between his band's show (IT'S SO DAMN SEXY THAT I CAN SAY THAT) and the company's show, I haven't been able to get ahold of him and I'm worried that he's pissed.
I didn't manage to escape the party unscathed. I bailed on the pavement trying to walk home (heh), and now my knee is all skinned and swollen and generally disgusting, and there's a big welt raising on my palm.
AND I managed to throw out my back. What can I say? There was jager bombs, a strobe light, and TNT. It was bound to happen.
Best weekend ever.
Andrea went and looked at it today, and apparently it's awesome. It's a recently reno'ed heritage house right. down. town. I had this pipe dream of finding a place downtown, but I'd given up on it and was ready to take anything. And hardwood floors! I LOVE HARDWOOD FLOORS. I was so sad when I had to move out of Marks place and leave my beautiful floors. But these ones are so much better!
Apparently it's on a streetof heritage houses. Gawd, my sociology prof is gonna be so damn proud of me. It's old suburbia! Oh mah gawdz, we'll know our neighbours and everything.
I told my dad about it earlier, and he said he "doesn't love the area for Roman" (my nephew and the world's cutest child). See, shit like that is why it should be required by law to watch Radiant City. So deluded.
*cough* Anyways.
Katie's party last night was a blast. I'm a huge jerk and didn't call Geoff - I was in no state to be making phone calls by the time he was finished with the play. So I've been trying to call him all day, but between his band's show (IT'S SO DAMN SEXY THAT I CAN SAY THAT) and the company's show, I haven't been able to get ahold of him and I'm worried that he's pissed.
I didn't manage to escape the party unscathed. I bailed on the pavement trying to walk home (heh), and now my knee is all skinned and swollen and generally disgusting, and there's a big welt raising on my palm.
AND I managed to throw out my back. What can I say? There was jager bombs, a strobe light, and TNT. It was bound to happen.
Best weekend ever.