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Aug. 1st, 2003
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Aug. 1st, 2003 09:32 amAlso, I keep typing "toast" instead of "roast". I mean, really, "toast sirloin"? "toasted potatoes"? These should not be on the menu.
Oh, and I keep saying out loud... "po... lent...ah!" I'm so glad they haven't made me record the voice menu lately.
Oh, and I keep saying out loud... "po... lent...ah!" I'm so glad they haven't made me record the voice menu lately.
The REAL update
Aug. 1st, 2003 09:49 amMy stomach hurts. I hate cramps!!!!!!! Meh!!!
That being said, lately has been by turns stressful and full of new adjustments, but it's all good. I've got almost everything into my new place (the kayak and the giant puzzle are still at the old place, moving today or tomorrow). The new place looks very much like a dumping ground, what with the 3/4ths packed state of it. It'll be nice once it's unpacked. Nicer once I fix the edges of the floor, but you can't rush everything I guess. The only room I didn't change the decor of is the bathroom. It's got frogs. And glow in the dark stars. I added some new touches of my own with a spectacular shower curtain and funky spirally hooks. So it's all good. A lot of stuff to be unpacked, and some things that were unpacked by other people that need to be rearranged. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, and it's not a train.
I'm annoyed with the weather though. The first weekend in over a month that I actually have time to take my little kayak out (and I was going go go surf kayaking too!!!) and the weather is not cooperating. Bastardi!!! Guess I can unpack instead. Oh, the excitement!!! I'd actually intended to take it out after work this week, but then again, I'd actually intended on leaving less than 2 hours late every day. The best of intentions...
So I still miss my old room. It's just not the same. And I know, everyone keeps telling me, "But this place is YOURS!!!" but somehow, inside, to me, it makes no difference. It was home, whoever owned it. There were good and bad things both about it. But the brick walls and high beamed ceilings lent a beauty to that room that this one will never have. And though I may concede that eventually this one will be more "mine" and will feel as such, I don't know that I'll ever stop wishing it looked like that.
And of course, with new change comes thoughts of further changes. So I find myself pondering the future and what it holds, inasmuch as I can guess. Some things are luck, some are influenced by choice, and others are a combo. It is what it is, you deal, you move on. Life is life. :)
That being said, lately has been by turns stressful and full of new adjustments, but it's all good. I've got almost everything into my new place (the kayak and the giant puzzle are still at the old place, moving today or tomorrow). The new place looks very much like a dumping ground, what with the 3/4ths packed state of it. It'll be nice once it's unpacked. Nicer once I fix the edges of the floor, but you can't rush everything I guess. The only room I didn't change the decor of is the bathroom. It's got frogs. And glow in the dark stars. I added some new touches of my own with a spectacular shower curtain and funky spirally hooks. So it's all good. A lot of stuff to be unpacked, and some things that were unpacked by other people that need to be rearranged. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, and it's not a train.
I'm annoyed with the weather though. The first weekend in over a month that I actually have time to take my little kayak out (and I was going go go surf kayaking too!!!) and the weather is not cooperating. Bastardi!!! Guess I can unpack instead. Oh, the excitement!!! I'd actually intended to take it out after work this week, but then again, I'd actually intended on leaving less than 2 hours late every day. The best of intentions...
So I still miss my old room. It's just not the same. And I know, everyone keeps telling me, "But this place is YOURS!!!" but somehow, inside, to me, it makes no difference. It was home, whoever owned it. There were good and bad things both about it. But the brick walls and high beamed ceilings lent a beauty to that room that this one will never have. And though I may concede that eventually this one will be more "mine" and will feel as such, I don't know that I'll ever stop wishing it looked like that.
And of course, with new change comes thoughts of further changes. So I find myself pondering the future and what it holds, inasmuch as I can guess. Some things are luck, some are influenced by choice, and others are a combo. It is what it is, you deal, you move on. Life is life. :)
