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long dark night of the cold
Sep. 10th, 2004 07:00 pmSo as I've told practically everyone I talk to, I've picked up a cold. Probably got it at Bumbershoot. Fortunately it seems to be moving along fairly quickly, unfortunately I was supposed to be very busy with moving this weekend. At a minimum, I have to go home tomorrow and buy a desk. Beyond that, who knows. Ideally I would take the van up north for next week and move up pretty much everything at once. In reality I'd be fine with my parents buying the desk and me staying up here this weekend and doing very little. We'll see I guess. Not like I can't get well at home, I guess.
Buh. This is stupid. I wish I cared more about this, because I should. I really ought to be checked out on Wednesday. I really can't see that happening.
Well, it could, but I wouldn't be very happy in my new place. There's no phone or internet there, for instance. No shower curtain or kitchen table. You know. The little things. If I had more energy I'd feel up to just packing it all up and doing what I needed to move, but right now I couldn't care less.
On the plus side, it doesn't really matter. I'm registered for my classes. I don't need a van to move anything in my apartment right now, so if I needed to I could spend next week moving my entire place using only my car, which is certainly convenient. Getting nice new stuff will require the van, but that can wait. What's important is getting my shit out of here.
But I should explain a bit more. I signed my lease on Tuesday, so I've officially had a new place for 4 days now. I'm also quite a bit poorer, but at leat my tuition bills will be lower this year. I'm finding that off-campus housing is in no way cheaper, at least not this close to campus. For $280/mo they take good care of you in BW. Even sharing a room, that's one flat fee and most off-campus places add up to more once you factor in bills. Super singles are ~$430 which sounds very high but for what you get, that ain't bad at all. There's lots of furniture you don't have to buy, and if so much as a lightbulb goes out, it's taken care of for you. Sadly, it's not a matter of cost but space, and you couldn't super single a room here this year if you tried.
Since I got the new place, I've been trying to work with Cameron on getting bills set up, which has been frustrating with him out of town. Power is all set, but I'm still waiting on Comcast to get on the horn and email me, and Qwest doesn't want to find my address in their uber web database, so I have to call them. And I can't do either of these things until I get the ok from Cameron, which means I may not get connectivity until after school starts. I expect to be spending a lot of quality time at work should this occur.
Other than that, the week has been uneventful. Becky, upon hearing that I was staying home from work, suprised me with yummy tea, which was awesome. Some inspector guy came by and, through an unintelligible accent, implied that I had to clean the place up by Monday or face paying for someone else to do it. Man, what the hell is that all about. I live here. Someone else will soon be living here whether they like it or not. Too bad for them if it's not as clean as they like. MY APARTMENT! MINE! MINE!!
I should go make dinner. I'm hungry, but don't feel like eating. Makes it hard to care about what you eat, because putting effort into good food won't pay off in corresponding levels of enjoyment. Which makes me mostly feel like writing about how I spent an hour and a half drinking tea and watching Samurai Champloo, then inspected the new apartment (finally), then drove the 10 minutes (omg pack a lunch) to the property manager's office to turn in the inspection, then deposited my fatty paycheck, and by the time I got back I just wanted to sit back down for more anime instead of going and making dinner like I should. Maybe I should take some aspirin or something. I don't even think I have any. I guess I bought vitamins instead. That'll teach me to shop after I'm sick and delirious.
I wish I could be more excited about this month, but all I feel creeping up is that old back-to-college feeling, going to classes while it's still sunny, no more free time, the prospect of nine months of all-nighters and permanent midnight ahead. I hate that feeling. I don't want to get smart again, I like being good at what comes easy to me, why can't I just do that a little longer?
Edit: as of 8:30, it is floor-shakingly windy outside (and in, I guess). Yikes.
Buh. This is stupid. I wish I cared more about this, because I should. I really ought to be checked out on Wednesday. I really can't see that happening.
Well, it could, but I wouldn't be very happy in my new place. There's no phone or internet there, for instance. No shower curtain or kitchen table. You know. The little things. If I had more energy I'd feel up to just packing it all up and doing what I needed to move, but right now I couldn't care less.
On the plus side, it doesn't really matter. I'm registered for my classes. I don't need a van to move anything in my apartment right now, so if I needed to I could spend next week moving my entire place using only my car, which is certainly convenient. Getting nice new stuff will require the van, but that can wait. What's important is getting my shit out of here.
But I should explain a bit more. I signed my lease on Tuesday, so I've officially had a new place for 4 days now. I'm also quite a bit poorer, but at leat my tuition bills will be lower this year. I'm finding that off-campus housing is in no way cheaper, at least not this close to campus. For $280/mo they take good care of you in BW. Even sharing a room, that's one flat fee and most off-campus places add up to more once you factor in bills. Super singles are ~$430 which sounds very high but for what you get, that ain't bad at all. There's lots of furniture you don't have to buy, and if so much as a lightbulb goes out, it's taken care of for you. Sadly, it's not a matter of cost but space, and you couldn't super single a room here this year if you tried.
Since I got the new place, I've been trying to work with Cameron on getting bills set up, which has been frustrating with him out of town. Power is all set, but I'm still waiting on Comcast to get on the horn and email me, and Qwest doesn't want to find my address in their uber web database, so I have to call them. And I can't do either of these things until I get the ok from Cameron, which means I may not get connectivity until after school starts. I expect to be spending a lot of quality time at work should this occur.
Other than that, the week has been uneventful. Becky, upon hearing that I was staying home from work, suprised me with yummy tea, which was awesome. Some inspector guy came by and, through an unintelligible accent, implied that I had to clean the place up by Monday or face paying for someone else to do it. Man, what the hell is that all about. I live here. Someone else will soon be living here whether they like it or not. Too bad for them if it's not as clean as they like. MY APARTMENT! MINE! MINE!!
I should go make dinner. I'm hungry, but don't feel like eating. Makes it hard to care about what you eat, because putting effort into good food won't pay off in corresponding levels of enjoyment. Which makes me mostly feel like writing about how I spent an hour and a half drinking tea and watching Samurai Champloo, then inspected the new apartment (finally), then drove the 10 minutes (omg pack a lunch) to the property manager's office to turn in the inspection, then deposited my fatty paycheck, and by the time I got back I just wanted to sit back down for more anime instead of going and making dinner like I should. Maybe I should take some aspirin or something. I don't even think I have any. I guess I bought vitamins instead. That'll teach me to shop after I'm sick and delirious.
I wish I could be more excited about this month, but all I feel creeping up is that old back-to-college feeling, going to classes while it's still sunny, no more free time, the prospect of nine months of all-nighters and permanent midnight ahead. I hate that feeling. I don't want to get smart again, I like being good at what comes easy to me, why can't I just do that a little longer?
Edit: as of 8:30, it is floor-shakingly windy outside (and in, I guess). Yikes.
