July 8th, 2008
|11:55 pm - Giraffes and bottle caps|
i am pretty sure i drink too much. i should probably deal with that eventually.
on the other hand, we just got back from boone a few days ago, which was a lovely adventure. i got to see all my friends, eat some lucy, go to melanie's and dos, and all the other things which is necessary to do in boone. it's weird being back here all of a sudden, and i'm back to my new life of loneliness, cable, job hunting, and figuring out who the fuck i'm meant to be.
it's nice to have the rest of my stuff back; the apartment is starting to look more like a decent place. except... we thought we'd be getting the blue couch from the old apartment, so we decided to take out the old piece of shit couch we have been sitting on. The problem is, it didn't fit through the door. It's hard to explain, but there's a wall in the way that prevents the couch from getting the angles it needs to get out. So, we spent hours tearing the damn thing apart, hammering and kicking and ripping stuffing from the couch so it would fit. Still no go. So, we end up throwing it off the balcony. Ha. It was humorous, I suppose. So then we try and get the new couch in. Henry and I couldn't do it ourselves, so we put it back in the moving van for the night to be able to sleep on what we could possibly do. The next day some nice people tried to help us, but it was useless. That wall won't allow anything resembling a couch in. So, we put it by the dumpsters and someone took it. Which is good. But as for us, we're sitting on blankets and pillows. No couch for us. Ooops. It's pretty frustrating. We're thinking of getting one of those tempur-pedic huge cushions or whatever. Yeahh.
We sort of made some friends- a guy that lives below us and a girl who lives a few buildings over, I think they are dating or something. Anyway, we have hung out with them a few times and they seem cool. The girl, Karen, is trying to hook me up with a job with the APA, which would be awesome. Our other friend, Kristin, is having a birthday party on Thursday which will involve salsa dancing. I don't know how to salsa, but perhaps I can get drunk and pretend.
I can't stop hiccuping.
I miss you all. Whoever reads this. Does anyone read this? Holla if you do.
I need a cigarette. And rehab, perhaps.
damn that couch story is the saddest thing ever
|Date:||July 11th, 2008 03:16 pm (UTC)|| |
can we go to rehab together, maybe in canada?
I totally read this. Sorry I missed you while you were in state. Could you hoist a couch up onto your balcony and in that way?
Hope you have fun Thursday :)