Jowy knew it, y'all didn't.
My apartment is so totally going to be the shit.
Yeah, "my apartment". I got the call this morning. It's not one of the ones I had originally looked at, but it's owned by the same leasing company, and it's actually nicer than the first one. It's somewhat bigger. There's a pool (w00t!) and on-site laundry (gone forever are the days of eating crap out of the vending machine to get quarters to pump into the washer's bottomless gullet). Also: A/C. (Technically, m0mmy's house has A/C, but it's not like we ever turn it on or anything.) It's $495/month, and as far as utilities go, I'll only be responsible for electricity (runs about $40 a month, and I won't die if I unplug everything and kill the A/C once in a while) and phone. (I'm thinking about doing what I did last year, which worked out just fine: local phone, calling cards for long-distance.)
m0mmy and I were talking about what to take when it was still all hypothetical. I'm taking the table and chairs in X-chan's room, which lo these many years ago used to be the kitchen table. I'm also taking one of the green chairs that my parents picked up when the men's clothing store downtown went out of business, and I'm taking my bed and my inflatable chair and some lamps. I don't know what I'm going to do for a bookshelf or a dresser; we have a dresser in the basement that used to be X-chan's, and I usually need a bookshelf. It would be a lengthy and unpleasant undertaking to take all the books off of mine and store them.
I guess I could go dumpster diving. Some rich bastard is always throwing away furniture, or selling it for a song.
On the up side, I no longer have to be arsed with extra-long sheets, since I'm taking my own bed which is NOT extra-long. I can use my own linens from now on.
I should be okay to pay for my books and my deposit, but I'm going to have to call Dad about the $4000 I'm supposed to be getting. I am told that they have caller ID and his wife does not answer the phone if she sees it's from our house. Good, because I have no desire to break out the Cool Voice of Disdain and Contempt. I have my Regular Voice, which sounds like me ("Uh, hi"), and I have my Nice Phone Voice ("Hi, this call is for Sondra. This is Lee with CTC, and I was wondering if you could get me some prior on..."), and I have my Cool Voice of Disdain and Contempt ("Yes, well, I do not wonder that you have not heard my voice before. I have graciously refrained from taking any notice of you").
In any case, I need to do my laundry and air out the suitcases. I also need to shake out my clothes on account of spiders. I need to clean my room, or get it into something like okay shape. I need to get some cleaning supplies (and a plunger) at the store, and I need to write 500 people, and and and and...
I can't believe I finally have a real place of my own. I'm so excited.
Yeah, "my apartment". I got the call this morning. It's not one of the ones I had originally looked at, but it's owned by the same leasing company, and it's actually nicer than the first one. It's somewhat bigger. There's a pool (w00t!) and on-site laundry (gone forever are the days of eating crap out of the vending machine to get quarters to pump into the washer's bottomless gullet). Also: A/C. (Technically, m0mmy's house has A/C, but it's not like we ever turn it on or anything.) It's $495/month, and as far as utilities go, I'll only be responsible for electricity (runs about $40 a month, and I won't die if I unplug everything and kill the A/C once in a while) and phone. (I'm thinking about doing what I did last year, which worked out just fine: local phone, calling cards for long-distance.)
m0mmy and I were talking about what to take when it was still all hypothetical. I'm taking the table and chairs in X-chan's room, which lo these many years ago used to be the kitchen table. I'm also taking one of the green chairs that my parents picked up when the men's clothing store downtown went out of business, and I'm taking my bed and my inflatable chair and some lamps. I don't know what I'm going to do for a bookshelf or a dresser; we have a dresser in the basement that used to be X-chan's, and I usually need a bookshelf. It would be a lengthy and unpleasant undertaking to take all the books off of mine and store them.
I guess I could go dumpster diving. Some rich bastard is always throwing away furniture, or selling it for a song.
On the up side, I no longer have to be arsed with extra-long sheets, since I'm taking my own bed which is NOT extra-long. I can use my own linens from now on.
I should be okay to pay for my books and my deposit, but I'm going to have to call Dad about the $4000 I'm supposed to be getting. I am told that they have caller ID and his wife does not answer the phone if she sees it's from our house. Good, because I have no desire to break out the Cool Voice of Disdain and Contempt. I have my Regular Voice, which sounds like me ("Uh, hi"), and I have my Nice Phone Voice ("Hi, this call is for Sondra. This is Lee with CTC, and I was wondering if you could get me some prior on..."), and I have my Cool Voice of Disdain and Contempt ("Yes, well, I do not wonder that you have not heard my voice before. I have graciously refrained from taking any notice of you").
In any case, I need to do my laundry and air out the suitcases. I also need to shake out my clothes on account of spiders. I need to clean my room, or get it into something like okay shape. I need to get some cleaning supplies (and a plunger) at the store, and I need to write 500 people, and and and and...
I can't believe I finally have a real place of my own. I'm so excited.