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A real actual journal entry!
Mar. 30th, 2010 08:21 pmHoly shit, dudes, I have too much fucking stuff.
So three months after the last real blog post that's not about inane stuff or rantybusiness (have to get back into the habit of updating at least halfways regularly), I'm still jobless (but looking), and have gotten about elbow-deep in wedding planning. (Bleh.) The invitations are in the midst of getting sent out now (envelope glue and ribbon-bows suck), most of the big stuff is booked (I think hair and makeup are the last vestiges?), and things are looking on-track for that, so yay.
Aside from that all, I also managed to find Trav and I a place to move into. It's not anything especially fancy (and it kind of sucks that no parties are allowed; so much for a silly hat housewarming party), but it'll do, I guess, for a year. Be my first time out on my own. It'll be... interesting. Travis will probably drive me nuts. He knows it, too. Hell, I'll probably drive him nuts.
Whatever. At least I'll be away from the constant nagging and other assorted bullshit here.
Still, we come to the problem where I have shit strewn across most of this house, most of it concentrated in the area around my room and the den. I'm going to have to find a way to move most, if not all, of it from here to there, hopefully in one piece. My room's probably going to take a full day to vacate, or at least get things sorted away into moveable chunks, anyways. How I'm going to steal away my mixing bowls from mom, I don't know.
(And, damnit, I'm taking my mixer with me when I go. I don't care how much she cries about it being a wedding shower present. I will need a mixer before my wedding shower (if I even have one) occurs. And also my bed, even though she's bitching about that. "And you can take it with you when you go!" is what she said when she bought it for me. If I don't take it now, I'll never get it, I can just see it.)
Buuuuut anyways, half of what this comes down to is that after Friday I will probably not be online so much!
(Shit, I'm going to miss the start of TQCH11. And possibly even the end of it, depending on how fast we get internet access available. BAWWWWW.)
Not that it really matters too much, right now.
So three months after the last real blog post that's not about inane stuff or rantybusiness (have to get back into the habit of updating at least halfways regularly), I'm still jobless (but looking), and have gotten about elbow-deep in wedding planning. (Bleh.) The invitations are in the midst of getting sent out now (envelope glue and ribbon-bows suck), most of the big stuff is booked (I think hair and makeup are the last vestiges?), and things are looking on-track for that, so yay.
Aside from that all, I also managed to find Trav and I a place to move into. It's not anything especially fancy (and it kind of sucks that no parties are allowed; so much for a silly hat housewarming party), but it'll do, I guess, for a year. Be my first time out on my own. It'll be... interesting. Travis will probably drive me nuts. He knows it, too. Hell, I'll probably drive him nuts.
Whatever. At least I'll be away from the constant nagging and other assorted bullshit here.
Still, we come to the problem where I have shit strewn across most of this house, most of it concentrated in the area around my room and the den. I'm going to have to find a way to move most, if not all, of it from here to there, hopefully in one piece. My room's probably going to take a full day to vacate, or at least get things sorted away into moveable chunks, anyways. How I'm going to steal away my mixing bowls from mom, I don't know.
(And, damnit, I'm taking my mixer with me when I go. I don't care how much she cries about it being a wedding shower present. I will need a mixer before my wedding shower (if I even have one) occurs. And also my bed, even though she's bitching about that. "And you can take it with you when you go!" is what she said when she bought it for me. If I don't take it now, I'll never get it, I can just see it.)
Buuuuut anyways, half of what this comes down to is that after Friday I will probably not be online so much!
(Shit, I'm going to miss the start of TQCH11. And possibly even the end of it, depending on how fast we get internet access available. BAWWWWW.)
Not that it really matters too much, right now.
