I don't know how I'm going to get done all the things I need to get done by the time they need to be done. Especially this god forsaken Shakespeare essay. My motivation is p goddamn low, just want to sit on the couch and touch the cat and try not to think about boxes.

After two and a bit years of being in the workforce and wandering around grasping for anything resembling a career, I'm back in school again. I'm surprised to admit- I've kind of missed it. A lot. Oh man, textbooks, assigned readings, class discussions, makin' presentations, thinking about being out of school and working as a teacher full time ( ( Read more... )

http://www.myvisuallistings.com/virtual-tours/22657/Unit-102-1180-Ohio-Street-Ottawa-K1H-8N5-Ontario-home/virtual-tour-index.html

plz.

(also: the bathroom looks damned good. It's still an ugly colour, but it looks SO MUCH BETTER with the epoxy paint wall tiles and the new floor and the new vanity D: I can barely recognize it)

1) http://eslghoststories.wikidot.com
It's still very much in a rough-draft kind of format, but I'd appreciate any feedback you guys had, especially if one or two of you were to sign up for an account (use first initial last name as your user name, or fake-first-initial-fake-last-name) and try to do the user page/write up a ghost story in 300-500 ( Read more... )

...of my apartment!


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As you guys all know, I moved a while ago:


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I am posting to internet from my apartment. This is exciting. I have an apartment! There is internet in my apartment! THEREFORE: I has an internets ( Read more... )

Most of the reno that needs to happen before Ellen and I move into our place is done- just a few more small things to do and I need to wait for dad to finish the rest of the floor, but then we'll be DONE ( Read more... )

I worked and slept. All day. Which, in its own way, was good.

Also: I start to move later this week. We get the keys Tuesday, I think... Hopefully we can start to rip out the carpet Wednesday and maybe even start to paint? Or maybe I am being too ambitious. The move still doesn't feel real to me. My own place? Wut the fug?

I'm slowly in the process of packing up my bedroom (note: where I have lived for the last ten-eleven years) into boxes to move it to my new apartment (which is mine as of July, wooo!). I've finally gotten into the back of my closet.

I save letters. Every letter that has ever been sent to me (minus greeting cards, since they don't terribly personal ( Read more... )