lissa_bear

Our new house is almost habitable. This is thanks, in large part, to my mother who came over and spent 6 hours sweeping/mopping up feline fecal matter. Why the previous tenant felt it fine to vacate without cleaning the 2 years worth of cat shit caked to the floor is beyond me. All I have to say is, eew.

I finished moving out of my apartment last night and am experiencing mixed emotions about it. It was a fun 8 months, but it was killing me financially. I'm shacking up at my parents house for a couple of weeks until we can get the new place looking habitable. I don't work for the next 5 days. Stuck at my parents house with no where in particular to be...yikes. Wish me valium!

Once again...because I'm not sure that I made myself clear last time...I HATE MOVING!

I hate moving! It's a pain in the ass!

I'm a huge freak. I just moved into an apartment with two friends of mine and I've spent more time at my parents house since the move than I did when I was living there. I freak out and call if I haven't spoken to them in a few hours. I'm not sure why I've developed the sudden need to duct tape the umbilical chord back together and crawl back up inside my mother's womb, but I have and it bothers me. I've lived on my own before, so I should be ok...but I've suddenly turned into that kid at summer camp who cries and has to leave on the second day cuz he's never been away from his parents before. Ok...I was that kid...but I thought I was over that. Apparently not. Help!

Day off # 1:

Julia, Trey, and I were supposed to go look at appartments today, but Julia's at work and Trey's probably still asleep. That means I'm stuck at home with absolutely nothing to do. That makes me kinda happy. I'm alone in my house blaring music and wandering around aimlessly. I haven't been this blissfully bored in a couple of months. My cat just walked into the room and started meowing uncontrollably at someing in the corner behind me...it kinda gave me the wiggins. I'm gonna leave the room before some giant rat monster jumps on my face and gives me rabees.

I'll bet you thought I fell off the face of the Earth, huh? Well, I sort of did. I moved back in with my parents because Sharon wouldn't get rid of any of her cats and they were driving me crazy. 5 cats inside of a little bitty house is 5 cats too many. And two litter boxes for 5 cats is far too few, especially when the litter boxes are right in front of my bedroom door! Anyway, so I'm living with my parents again, which surprisingly isn't that bad. They pretty much give me my privacy and they don't really have any house rules for me, so the only difference in living here and living at Sharon's is that I don't have to pay bills...and my parents only have 1 cat. All of the Christmas lights are really starting to put me in the Holiday spirit...but then I think about how busy it's gonna be at the theatre on Christmas day and I get grouchy all over again. I quit the Agua Java, so I'm only working at the theatre now. And I got a puppy. So that's all that's new in my life...

Ok,so Julia and I are moving in with Sharon. I have two crap ass jobs...both pay almost nothing...so I've been having to work my ass off to pay bills. Try working 60 hours a week and trying to find the motivation to get up for school in the morning! Anyway, I was thinking about moving back home with my parents and saving up some money...but that idea made Julia sad, cuz she'd have to pay all of the bills by herself. So we stayed up all night the other night trying to come up with a solution...and the end result was that we needed a roommate. So we called Sharon, a friend of ours who is also in the financial toilet, and asked her to move in with us. She agreed...but then we started thinking about it...and we wouldn't all fit. So we're gonna move into sharon's house...which isn't as cute as our apartment...but we can work with it. Except Sharon is sort of a cat lady...so we're gonna make her get rid of some of her beasts. I'm hungry so Ima go eat with my dad.