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And yet another day of moving in...
Ok, so I wrote the first entry when the internet still wasn’t working, because I was bored. Not that it works now, of course, but I feel like writing all this down is amusing and good for me. Here’s what happened today, and why the house still isn’t really livable, which is actually driving me insane.
To begin, maybe I do tend to make a big deal out of little things, but only for a few minutes tops. I screamed in frustration at least 4 times today. More mishaps, and they keep occurring in true movie-fashion. I really do feel like it’s too funny to be real.
Got a message from my mother, to call her and let her know I’m alive. Problem: still no phone connection. Stupidly bought 7 bags of groceries before trying to find a public payphone, so I ended up walking to a place I was sure had one, but alas...
Came back over an hour later with aching hands (and an aching back…. yes, my mattress still hasn’t come, and I had to sleep on the floor). The only progress that came out of this day, honestly, was that I finished painting and it looks wicked cool. I’m really going to like this red color for the year, probably even more than I already do. And no, I wasn’t dense enough to sit against the wet wall or anything like that when I was building the desk. Of course not. But I was certainly dense enough to reason that even if one of the table legs from the desk was slightly leaning crookedly for whatever reason, it wouldn’t affect it when it was done. How wrong I was, and I could even picture this happening before it did. I spent 2 hours building it (counting the times I took it apart because I lost the instructions and kept attaching things to...other things that didn’t belong) and when it was finally done I proudly glanced at its beauty for a total of 3 seconds before I heard a crack, the leg snapped, causing the whole thing to come crashing down.
So the desk is dead. Seriously - it didn’t just fall over… it shattered. Pieces of it went everywhere; screws popped out and hit me in the eye (no, not really, that isn’t even funny to joke about... Ok, it is) and lets just say that... yes, it died. I even then thought of a plan to make the thing stand on 3 legs instead of 4, but I couldn’t work that brilliant one either because I have no hammer. I don’t even have anything that could be a hammer, nothing strong enough. I have nothing! I couldn’t even build the fucking bed frame because I don’t have a single screw. Oh wait, I also don’t have a mattress so it would be a little pointless.
Oh, and someone stole my broom that I made myself. Really - I left it out on the porch for 5 minutes and then it disappeared, so now I can’t sweep up my room and all the crap the desk left when it broke. Who steals a homemade broom? Really! I actually taped this brush dustpan thing to a stick, and someone stole it. But reasonably, anyone who would steal something that’s three-quarters stick must be pretty desperate, so they can have it.
I wanted to get things done today, I really did, so I tried to at least put away my clothes to feel partly successful, but the stupid railing fell over and all my clothes (on hangers) slid off and formed a messy pile on the closet floor. I’m still not going near it till tomorrow...too annoyed right now.
But all this isn’t really a big deal, because tomorrow will probably be worse. I hate that things aren’t set up yet, though. I actually can’t do anything because I’m stupid and don’t have proper equipment. Honestly, if I made my own hammer someone would probably steal that too.
Highlight of the day: eating microwaved Smarties. Nothing I love better than partly melted chocolate. MMmmmmmm
GoOdnight, I’m off to sleep on the Laz-E-Boy, which is what I should have done last night.
Ok, so I wrote the first entry when the internet still wasn’t working, because I was bored. Not that it works now, of course, but I feel like writing all this down is amusing and good for me. Here’s what happened today, and why the house still isn’t really livable, which is actually driving me insane.
To begin, maybe I do tend to make a big deal out of little things, but only for a few minutes tops. I screamed in frustration at least 4 times today. More mishaps, and they keep occurring in true movie-fashion. I really do feel like it’s too funny to be real.
Got a message from my mother, to call her and let her know I’m alive. Problem: still no phone connection. Stupidly bought 7 bags of groceries before trying to find a public payphone, so I ended up walking to a place I was sure had one, but alas...
Came back over an hour later with aching hands (and an aching back…. yes, my mattress still hasn’t come, and I had to sleep on the floor). The only progress that came out of this day, honestly, was that I finished painting and it looks wicked cool. I’m really going to like this red color for the year, probably even more than I already do. And no, I wasn’t dense enough to sit against the wet wall or anything like that when I was building the desk. Of course not. But I was certainly dense enough to reason that even if one of the table legs from the desk was slightly leaning crookedly for whatever reason, it wouldn’t affect it when it was done. How wrong I was, and I could even picture this happening before it did. I spent 2 hours building it (counting the times I took it apart because I lost the instructions and kept attaching things to...other things that didn’t belong) and when it was finally done I proudly glanced at its beauty for a total of 3 seconds before I heard a crack, the leg snapped, causing the whole thing to come crashing down.
So the desk is dead. Seriously - it didn’t just fall over… it shattered. Pieces of it went everywhere; screws popped out and hit me in the eye (no, not really, that isn’t even funny to joke about... Ok, it is) and lets just say that... yes, it died. I even then thought of a plan to make the thing stand on 3 legs instead of 4, but I couldn’t work that brilliant one either because I have no hammer. I don’t even have anything that could be a hammer, nothing strong enough. I have nothing! I couldn’t even build the fucking bed frame because I don’t have a single screw. Oh wait, I also don’t have a mattress so it would be a little pointless.
Oh, and someone stole my broom that I made myself. Really - I left it out on the porch for 5 minutes and then it disappeared, so now I can’t sweep up my room and all the crap the desk left when it broke. Who steals a homemade broom? Really! I actually taped this brush dustpan thing to a stick, and someone stole it. But reasonably, anyone who would steal something that’s three-quarters stick must be pretty desperate, so they can have it.
I wanted to get things done today, I really did, so I tried to at least put away my clothes to feel partly successful, but the stupid railing fell over and all my clothes (on hangers) slid off and formed a messy pile on the closet floor. I’m still not going near it till tomorrow...too annoyed right now.
But all this isn’t really a big deal, because tomorrow will probably be worse. I hate that things aren’t set up yet, though. I actually can’t do anything because I’m stupid and don’t have proper equipment. Honestly, if I made my own hammer someone would probably steal that too.
Highlight of the day: eating microwaved Smarties. Nothing I love better than partly melted chocolate. MMmmmmmm
GoOdnight, I’m off to sleep on the Laz-E-Boy, which is what I should have done last night.