Sunday, April 8, 2012

I Choo Choo Choose You

Okay, I have no idea where the title of that post came from, since it's Easter and not Valentine's Day, and I am not Ralph Wiggum, but that's neither here nor there.

I'm alive! And I'm living in my new apartment. There are no pictures yet because it's still under construction. (Sidenote: I was definitely spoiled by buying cheap Ikea furniture in my college days, because the more expensive stuff is ridiculously hard to put together. I now know what all those stand-up comedians are talking about when they bemoan the almighty Malm.)

I've turned on my heater and baked things in my oven and cooked things on my stove, and everything appears to have held together.

More to come!

ETA: I do live close to train tracks. Maybe it's subliminal. 

Friday, March 16, 2012

Movers and Shakers

Moving day is tomorrow. TOMORROW, YOU GUYS. Tomorrow.

I will be moving in to my newly remodeled apartment with a desk, a bed, a cheapo papasan, and all essential kitchen implements (minus silverware...and food...and possibly some other things that I haven't thought of yet).

It's freaking me out. Also, I haven't set up my internet because I'm lazy and don't want to deal with the setting-up-internet people, so I might be out of commission for a while. Not that it will be super obvious, considering I rarely touch this thing these days.

Anywhoozles, pictures to come! Maybe. If I get internet.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Resolutionary

I'm usually not one to make New Year's resolutions, and this year wasn't any different. However, I have decided that a birthday resolution is in order.

I turned the big 2-4 on Sunday, and with the passing of another year came the realization that I didn't really remember any part of being 23. Many twenty-somethings would attribute this to night after night of heavy drinking, but as I rarely do any drinking (heavy or otherwise), I don't have the same excuse.

So I came to one conclusion: I work too much.

And that conclusion led me to one realization: I should probably work less. Actually, there were two realizations: 1) I should probably work less, and 2) I should do more memorable things.

I'm assuming this will be easier said than done, so I made a list of things:

  1. Get a work computer. Done. I've been using my personal computer to do all work-related things, which made it really hard to shut off the work part of my brain when I got home. Now, I have my very own tiny work laptop, and I've taken all work things off my personal one.
  2. Leave the work computer at work. In progress. Today's my first day without work things at my fingertips 24/7, and I feel a little naked. No wait, I feel a lot naked. I'm assuming that feeling will go away, though. Will I be able to keep this up during launch weeks? I can't promise anything, but I sure hope so.
  3. Do fun stuff. This is the "easier said than done" part, although I did go to the aquarium last weekend (which was AWESOME), and there are plans afoot for pub quiz and hangout times with friends. 
And that's the extent of my list. But now that I've mentioned the aquarium, I feel I must expand: I'm a member now! So I can go whenever I want! And marvel at the ridiculously awesome exhibits foreeeevvveeeerrrr! I went on a behind-the-scenes tour and stared down a puffin and saw baby sharks and chilled at the open sea exhibit and got a stuffed turtle named Sheldon and homg. And yes, I was even worse in person. I am so sorry, people who went with me. End sidenote.

In other news, apartment hunting is happening. Not successfully, but it's happening. I deferred my birthday presents so I could get housewarming gifts instead. Yes, it meant no actual presents on my birthday (sad), but it will also mean having furniture (happy!).

That's all, folks.




Thursday, January 26, 2012

99 Problems...And Finding An Apartment Is Certainly One Of Them

Dear Guy from Berkeley Who Stole My Beautiful Almost-Was Apartment,

Why you gotta play me like that? I know that in Berk-town, you practically have to murder someone to get a crappy room in a crappy building where your landlord may or may not be secretly living in your basement, but come on...the South Bay don't play that game (although I might have to start). 

Sad face,

Me