lovey dovy quiz after entry
Holy cow, our place is so awesome. We were up until 1:30am moving furniture around, putting things away and hooking up entertainment systems. Moving everything into the house was relatively easy and stress free since there were no stairways or tight corners. (and I didn't have to do much heavy lifting :-
It feels so good to finally have all my clothes, make-up, stereo, shoes, scarves, everything else with me. I'm still getting used to driving my car again... I already blanked on how to turn my lights on and where my wipers were, lol. I love having my things up here because it makes things more familiar. I don't even mind my parent's retro 70's couch that for the duration of my middle-high school years, I despertley tried to get them to lose. Heh. Funny how things turn out. I've moved out and I'm STILL stuck with it. :-P
Even though I have a bunch of stuff around, it doesn't feel like home and strange. It almost feels unnatural when I leave the house because I'm so used to the routine and the familiar feeling from staying at his grandma's and from my parent's. I know that it'll take a lot of time getting used to and I know I'll be fine its just that in the meantime, its different and I don't exactly know how to cope with it.
I got really lonely and sad after Justin went to work. No internet (I'm at his grandma's), cable, kitty cat or anyone. I went grocery shopping by myself for the first time which ended up being depressing and awkward. After putting all the stuff away I even started to dust all the wood stuff around. Seriously, almost everything in this house is some form of wood; the cabinets, entertainment system, bookcase, all 3 closet doors, all doors themselves... man.
And then after painting my toes I curled up on the bed and kinda cried. We had a great time with my parents yesterday and today and I think it was a combination of seeing them leave knowing that I wouldn't returning to Santa Clara with them, plus the realization that I was totally and utterly alone with nothing to do and most importantly, no Justin, no friends and no kitty. But I'm all better now... I suppose. I brought some leftovers from last night to The Beachcomber for him and I stayed there until his grandma got off at 8pm.
On the way to her place we sorta ran over this deer that was laying in the middle of Hwy 1 close to where you pull off to go to his grandma's. I couldn't swerve around it because it was on a turn and very dark and didn't want to risk getting run over by one of those 18 wheelers that always go zooming past. Hopefully the undercarriage of my car is okay, I think I pretty much centered my car over the body. I'll have someone at work help me look at it tomorrow.
Blech. Man, that was really disgusting. I've never run over anything in my life. On the bright side, it made me feel better knowing that it was already dead so I wouldn't have that cloud of murderous guilt hanging over my head. I called Justin to warn him about it for when he comes over here in a little bit so he called the Sheriff so they could do something about it. They said they already took care of it, so thats good.
Its times like this that makes me wish I had one of those monster raised trucks that I always see driving around. Yesterday we saw this truck that must have been raised about 5 feet. His back plate said, "Size Mttrs" or something like that. Bwahahaha. A little compensation there, buddy? :-P But seriously, the most common vehicle here is a pick-up. Now I'm happy that I didn't get a body kit or get my front bumper replaced. Heh. I've only seen about 2 riced out imports... they defiantly stand out. :-P
It feels so good to finally have all my clothes, make-up, stereo, shoes, scarves, everything else with me. I'm still getting used to driving my car again... I already blanked on how to turn my lights on and where my wipers were, lol. I love having my things up here because it makes things more familiar. I don't even mind my parent's retro 70's couch that for the duration of my middle-high school years, I despertley tried to get them to lose. Heh. Funny how things turn out. I've moved out and I'm STILL stuck with it. :-P
Even though I have a bunch of stuff around, it doesn't feel like home and strange. It almost feels unnatural when I leave the house because I'm so used to the routine and the familiar feeling from staying at his grandma's and from my parent's. I know that it'll take a lot of time getting used to and I know I'll be fine its just that in the meantime, its different and I don't exactly know how to cope with it.
I got really lonely and sad after Justin went to work. No internet (I'm at his grandma's), cable, kitty cat or anyone. I went grocery shopping by myself for the first time which ended up being depressing and awkward. After putting all the stuff away I even started to dust all the wood stuff around. Seriously, almost everything in this house is some form of wood; the cabinets, entertainment system, bookcase, all 3 closet doors, all doors themselves... man.
And then after painting my toes I curled up on the bed and kinda cried. We had a great time with my parents yesterday and today and I think it was a combination of seeing them leave knowing that I wouldn't returning to Santa Clara with them, plus the realization that I was totally and utterly alone with nothing to do and most importantly, no Justin, no friends and no kitty. But I'm all better now... I suppose. I brought some leftovers from last night to The Beachcomber for him and I stayed there until his grandma got off at 8pm.
On the way to her place we sorta ran over this deer that was laying in the middle of Hwy 1 close to where you pull off to go to his grandma's. I couldn't swerve around it because it was on a turn and very dark and didn't want to risk getting run over by one of those 18 wheelers that always go zooming past. Hopefully the undercarriage of my car is okay, I think I pretty much centered my car over the body. I'll have someone at work help me look at it tomorrow.
Blech. Man, that was really disgusting. I've never run over anything in my life. On the bright side, it made me feel better knowing that it was already dead so I wouldn't have that cloud of murderous guilt hanging over my head. I called Justin to warn him about it for when he comes over here in a little bit so he called the Sheriff so they could do something about it. They said they already took care of it, so thats good.
Its times like this that makes me wish I had one of those monster raised trucks that I always see driving around. Yesterday we saw this truck that must have been raised about 5 feet. His back plate said, "Size Mttrs" or something like that. Bwahahaha. A little compensation there, buddy? :-P But seriously, the most common vehicle here is a pick-up. Now I'm happy that I didn't get a body kit or get my front bumper replaced. Heh. I've only seen about 2 riced out imports... they defiantly stand out. :-P