oh the updating.
alright, it's been a while, so this is the last few days/week in stream of consciousness, without being edited, and with a deplorable lack of correct grammar. i'm tired, and annoyed, and really hope i didn't make a huge mistake on who i chose to live with.
well,
Ego and Donald moved out (well, mostly ego moved out. donald's shit is still littering the apartment)
the apartment was a mess.
my room was still filled with my crap and was still messy
bed was delivered (holy crap so comfy!)
started moving stuff in expecting parental assistance mid week
plans changed
no parent's until friday
tony moves in on thursday
crap.
crap
crap!
theory exam tuesday night
move all my furniture
start transporting clothes
job interview
finish transporting clothes
clean out old bedroom & closet
dump all my stuff in middle of new room
bus accident on way to:
Opera audition (studio.)
Tony comes home.
Surprise!!!
Tony has ridiculous allergies.
next morning Movement placement
(a 45 minute trip for 5 minutes of dancing and a 'you don't have to be here')
return home to Mopfest 07
all my stuff has been moved.
toaster is missing
sanity has run away
Parentals arrive
bring lots of stuff
rug changes colors as pounds of grey kitty hair is extracted
pillows change color for same reason
mopping.
floor mopping
wall mopping
trim mopping
mopping.
Timmy arrives!
Rob arrives!
Rob passes out in new big comfy bed
other peoples shit starts getting tossed in my room
pms begins to rear head.
tony and his parents leave for some wierd adventure involving lots of build it yourself furniture
peace.
fun with mommy and daddy and timmy
Rob awakes!
chineese.
yum.
Parents leave.
Tony returns.
lots of banging.
Bed + Rob = super comfy warm
Zzzzzz.
Room still a mess
get shanghaied into constructing other persons bedroom furniture
Rob fixes laptop and goes back to sleep.
more construction
random people descend up on our box filled apartment
Rob takes me out.
Rob is awesome.
Bang Chiang House is also awesome.
we buy booze.
come home, boys leave in search of foods.
sean and russ come over
bourbon and zombie game commence
hippies + zombies= minimal dying
(vegan Zombie impression: *lurches* 'Graaaaaaaiiins...')
Sean and russ leave
Dr Who!!!!! sooo good!!!
passive agressive wineglass washing
annoyed dish washing followed by bedroom de-stressing
lots of de-stressing
infact, even some distressing =)
more mopping.
still a hall filled with boxes.
stop putting other peoples shit in my room!
cudding.
Rob goes home.
boo.
period starts.
boo!
nutella
yay!
Voice lesson with the Zieg, who rocks and makes me want to work harder.
planning for Z concert
8 arias
yes, 8. plus Mahler, plus Bolcom, plus Poulenc
Scenes; Dialouges of the Carmelites (Prioress, single cast.)
still with the hall filled with boxes.
none of which are mine.
that feels quite nice.
vaccumed another kitty out of the hall rug
went and got more of Timmy's stuff so he can have a room too!
Timmy gets bed. it's nice and comfy too!
hall is filled almost exclusuvely with tonys trash.
literally trash.
empty boxes and the like.
giggle about tony bitching about how the house needs to be kept clean and not cluttered.
hang up attack musician sign as a warning to stop pissing me off.
it is ignored.
make dinner at russ and seans house.
parasites like to alcohol.
Timmy needs a nap, to calm down the parasite party in his pants...well, tummy.
return home. boxes now in front of front door, blocking entrance.
resist throttle instinct.
realize that my room is still unfinished, as every time i've started on my room, someone has asked me to do something else.
like mop the walls.
seriously.
the Walls.
which are now closing in.
so i must go nap. now.
well,
Ego and Donald moved out (well, mostly ego moved out. donald's shit is still littering the apartment)
the apartment was a mess.
my room was still filled with my crap and was still messy
bed was delivered (holy crap so comfy!)
started moving stuff in expecting parental assistance mid week
plans changed
no parent's until friday
tony moves in on thursday
crap.
crap
crap!
theory exam tuesday night
move all my furniture
start transporting clothes
job interview
finish transporting clothes
clean out old bedroom & closet
dump all my stuff in middle of new room
bus accident on way to:
Opera audition (studio.)
Tony comes home.
Surprise!!!
Tony has ridiculous allergies.
next morning Movement placement
(a 45 minute trip for 5 minutes of dancing and a 'you don't have to be here')
return home to Mopfest 07
all my stuff has been moved.
toaster is missing
sanity has run away
Parentals arrive
bring lots of stuff
rug changes colors as pounds of grey kitty hair is extracted
pillows change color for same reason
mopping.
floor mopping
wall mopping
trim mopping
mopping.
Timmy arrives!
Rob arrives!
Rob passes out in new big comfy bed
other peoples shit starts getting tossed in my room
pms begins to rear head.
tony and his parents leave for some wierd adventure involving lots of build it yourself furniture
peace.
fun with mommy and daddy and timmy
Rob awakes!
chineese.
yum.
Parents leave.
Tony returns.
lots of banging.
Bed + Rob = super comfy warm
Zzzzzz.
Room still a mess
get shanghaied into constructing other persons bedroom furniture
Rob fixes laptop and goes back to sleep.
more construction
random people descend up on our box filled apartment
Rob takes me out.
Rob is awesome.
Bang Chiang House is also awesome.
we buy booze.
come home, boys leave in search of foods.
sean and russ come over
bourbon and zombie game commence
hippies + zombies= minimal dying
(vegan Zombie impression: *lurches* 'Graaaaaaaiiins...')
Sean and russ leave
Dr Who!!!!! sooo good!!!
passive agressive wineglass washing
annoyed dish washing followed by bedroom de-stressing
lots of de-stressing
infact, even some distressing =)
more mopping.
still a hall filled with boxes.
stop putting other peoples shit in my room!
cudding.
Rob goes home.
boo.
period starts.
boo!
nutella
yay!
Voice lesson with the Zieg, who rocks and makes me want to work harder.
planning for Z concert
8 arias
yes, 8. plus Mahler, plus Bolcom, plus Poulenc
Scenes; Dialouges of the Carmelites (Prioress, single cast.)
still with the hall filled with boxes.
none of which are mine.
that feels quite nice.
vaccumed another kitty out of the hall rug
went and got more of Timmy's stuff so he can have a room too!
Timmy gets bed. it's nice and comfy too!
hall is filled almost exclusuvely with tonys trash.
literally trash.
empty boxes and the like.
giggle about tony bitching about how the house needs to be kept clean and not cluttered.
hang up attack musician sign as a warning to stop pissing me off.
it is ignored.
make dinner at russ and seans house.
parasites like to alcohol.
Timmy needs a nap, to calm down the parasite party in his pants...well, tummy.
return home. boxes now in front of front door, blocking entrance.
resist throttle instinct.
realize that my room is still unfinished, as every time i've started on my room, someone has asked me to do something else.
like mop the walls.
seriously.
the Walls.
which are now closing in.
so i must go nap. now.