Leave your number on the locker and I'll give you a call, hey, shut up, hey, shut up, yeah..
Today I finished reading You Suck. I started like in October I think. It doesn't normally take me so long to read a book I just haven't been reading often at all. Maybe I should get rid of my TV. I'd also save a ton of money on cable every month.
Today I also ripped up the carpet in my living room. I somehow knew that if I posted an lj about it, I'd actually do it. The hardwood floor underneath is not as consistent as I thought it would be. I had originally seen a glimpse of it because when I first moved in my mom had my cousin Will come over to re-kick a section of a carpet that was bubbled up--in order to do that he had to peel the carpet back a little and he said, "You've got hardwood floors under here." At the edge, the boards were parallel to the wall, and the rest were perpendicular. He pulled back another section because I wanted a closer look, this time by the dining room, and at the corner there was this cool woven pattern to the wood, and then, similarly, a border going one way and the rest of the floor boards going the other. We also saw a dark stain (Will guessed from the previous owners' dog) but I knew that once I ripped up the carpet officially I'd get the floors re-finished.
So today I finally just did it. Because I had three days off in a row I guess and I felt like, whatevs, it's NBD. But I realized shortly after I started that the floor was silly looking in the middle of the living room. The living room must have originally been TWO rooms. But it's still cool. And maybe I'll rearrange my furniture in accordance with the floor--one half of the room could be the TV room like in Will & Grace's appartment. Or I could cover the strange divide with a sectional rug.
Right now the carpet is in a huge pile in the middle of the floor. I'd planned on rolling it up and storing it in the basement. In case I changed my mind, or for cutting up and having little sectional rugs, OR because I was hoping someone could take it and install it in their own home. But it's pretty dirty underneath. Oh, and the giant wee-wee pad that was underneath is also in a pile. I have to wait until trash night to put it all out front, but I'll feel really guilty about it. I have trouble getting rid of things, not because I'm a pack rat but because I hate being wasteful. I like to think that everything can be reused for some other purpose. So... Does anyone need a giant carpet or wee-wee pad?
I also went to lunch with one of my high school BFF's Amber. She'd moved to Florida but is back in Philly, working two jobs and going to school in New Jersey. She also just finished an arial acrobatics class and is going sky-diving this weekend. I don't understand where all her energy comes from. She's the coolest. We're also hanging out on St. Patrick's Day. I'm really excited about that because I didn't have plans and the bitches I hung out with last year stole my cat.
We talked about how awkward we both were in high school but how we both thought we were hot shit. We were both pretty androgynous and had matching haircuts and matching glasses. We're both hot shit forreal now though. And a year ago all Amber wanted to do was get married and have kids and now she's enjoying the single life. But she said if she's not married by 30, we're going to get married and have a baby girl that we can dress up all the time. I said, 'Is that the agreement we had? 30 seemed so old then! Did we sign anything?' She said, 'I know right, now we're almost 30!' And I said, 'Speak for yourself, I'm 23.' She's 24.
I don't know what book I should read next. I wanted to read something else but I think I have to read Bite Me, the third book in Christopher Moore's series because I did NOT like the ending of You Suck. The first book ended so well and left me wanting more, but this book ended so badly that I need to read the next one to make sure everything is OK.
Today I also ripped up the carpet in my living room. I somehow knew that if I posted an lj about it, I'd actually do it. The hardwood floor underneath is not as consistent as I thought it would be. I had originally seen a glimpse of it because when I first moved in my mom had my cousin Will come over to re-kick a section of a carpet that was bubbled up--in order to do that he had to peel the carpet back a little and he said, "You've got hardwood floors under here." At the edge, the boards were parallel to the wall, and the rest were perpendicular. He pulled back another section because I wanted a closer look, this time by the dining room, and at the corner there was this cool woven pattern to the wood, and then, similarly, a border going one way and the rest of the floor boards going the other. We also saw a dark stain (Will guessed from the previous owners' dog) but I knew that once I ripped up the carpet officially I'd get the floors re-finished.
So today I finally just did it. Because I had three days off in a row I guess and I felt like, whatevs, it's NBD. But I realized shortly after I started that the floor was silly looking in the middle of the living room. The living room must have originally been TWO rooms. But it's still cool. And maybe I'll rearrange my furniture in accordance with the floor--one half of the room could be the TV room like in Will & Grace's appartment. Or I could cover the strange divide with a sectional rug.
Right now the carpet is in a huge pile in the middle of the floor. I'd planned on rolling it up and storing it in the basement. In case I changed my mind, or for cutting up and having little sectional rugs, OR because I was hoping someone could take it and install it in their own home. But it's pretty dirty underneath. Oh, and the giant wee-wee pad that was underneath is also in a pile. I have to wait until trash night to put it all out front, but I'll feel really guilty about it. I have trouble getting rid of things, not because I'm a pack rat but because I hate being wasteful. I like to think that everything can be reused for some other purpose. So... Does anyone need a giant carpet or wee-wee pad?
I also went to lunch with one of my high school BFF's Amber. She'd moved to Florida but is back in Philly, working two jobs and going to school in New Jersey. She also just finished an arial acrobatics class and is going sky-diving this weekend. I don't understand where all her energy comes from. She's the coolest. We're also hanging out on St. Patrick's Day. I'm really excited about that because I didn't have plans and the bitches I hung out with last year stole my cat.
We talked about how awkward we both were in high school but how we both thought we were hot shit. We were both pretty androgynous and had matching haircuts and matching glasses. We're both hot shit forreal now though. And a year ago all Amber wanted to do was get married and have kids and now she's enjoying the single life. But she said if she's not married by 30, we're going to get married and have a baby girl that we can dress up all the time. I said, 'Is that the agreement we had? 30 seemed so old then! Did we sign anything?' She said, 'I know right, now we're almost 30!' And I said, 'Speak for yourself, I'm 23.' She's 24.
I don't know what book I should read next. I wanted to read something else but I think I have to read Bite Me, the third book in Christopher Moore's series because I did NOT like the ending of You Suck. The first book ended so well and left me wanting more, but this book ended so badly that I need to read the next one to make sure everything is OK.