Bloody Busy as Hell
Yes, I am in the apartment, and no, I haven't finished unpacking.
So Kyle was kind enough to make the hell-treck from Waltham to UNH, and back in the land tank (AKA his Dad's SUV) so I could pack up all my shit.
Tim and Hannah were kind enough to help haul my crap into the apartment. For those who don't know Tim is Kyle's old roomie, and Hannah is his girlfriend. :D They have a kitten named Spaz (who really is one!), and they live above us.
Besides the fact that Kyle is still in shock/ having issues with a) my anal-retentive organizational scheme, and b) that I have so much beloved stuff, we are good. It's been kind of rough this week, and I would be lying that tempers haven't flared a bit. Kyle started work, and his night class on Monday, and I've been busy as all hell for some reason.
I've been makin' runs home, settling affairs... I think I am going to open a checking account with Bank of Satan... I mean America. Why? Because I am tired of being at a local bank, and what a bank that is fucking everywhere.
Sigh... so almost everything is unpacked, and we've found that between the two of us we have far too many DvDs, video games, and CDs to really store them appropriately. Bugger all.
Also, I somehow got a GIANT cyst on my inner-thigh that is now huge and painful. So logically I went to the doctor who told me to take antibiotics, and if that didn't fix it come back the next day so they can cut me. Of course, I wanted to know why they just couldn't fucking cut me there! I mean really. Let's see... 1 more day of agony vs. being cut open. Choices.
Well, I am really too tired to further explain myself. Good night.
So Kyle was kind enough to make the hell-treck from Waltham to UNH, and back in the land tank (AKA his Dad's SUV) so I could pack up all my shit.
Tim and Hannah were kind enough to help haul my crap into the apartment. For those who don't know Tim is Kyle's old roomie, and Hannah is his girlfriend. :D They have a kitten named Spaz (who really is one!), and they live above us.
Besides the fact that Kyle is still in shock/ having issues with a) my anal-retentive organizational scheme, and b) that I have so much beloved stuff, we are good. It's been kind of rough this week, and I would be lying that tempers haven't flared a bit. Kyle started work, and his night class on Monday, and I've been busy as all hell for some reason.
I've been makin' runs home, settling affairs... I think I am going to open a checking account with Bank of Satan... I mean America. Why? Because I am tired of being at a local bank, and what a bank that is fucking everywhere.
Sigh... so almost everything is unpacked, and we've found that between the two of us we have far too many DvDs, video games, and CDs to really store them appropriately. Bugger all.
Also, I somehow got a GIANT cyst on my inner-thigh that is now huge and painful. So logically I went to the doctor who told me to take antibiotics, and if that didn't fix it come back the next day so they can cut me. Of course, I wanted to know why they just couldn't fucking cut me there! I mean really. Let's see... 1 more day of agony vs. being cut open. Choices.
Well, I am really too tired to further explain myself. Good night.