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Wheee! All moved in.
Sep. 8th, 2007 09:32 amI got moved in yesterday. They're going to replace/superclean the carpet in the bedroom on Monday, because things were apparently pretty trashed on the carpet, and the previous tenants were smokers. Luckily, all the material that I have and have bought so far fits in the living room. I've got space now, which is a rather weird feeling. I need a paycheck or two before I start considering some furniture options, though. And I moved in with sufficient time to provide crash space for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
torakiyoshi, who had a meeting on this side of the state this morning. Tonight, after work, I've got all sorts of things to go get, like foods and shower curtains and such, and some things to think about getting - and I'll poke the cable company today and see if they can't get someone out to set up my services (or if I can just read some numbers to them over the telephone) on my time. Wheee, I'm moved in! I'm moved in! Finally, I'm moved in! Moved in, employed, and ready to begin the post-school part of my life. Hoorah.
Of course, I'm still going to have to get used to the idea that if my padded rugby squad plays at noon in the college town, that mens I have to catch the broadcast at 9 A.M. In some ways, it's nice being able to watch late-night sport early, and in others, it becomes a bit of a problem, because everything that was late-night sport then gives way into late-night programming. Well, perhaps with other entertainment methods, that won't be such a problem. Bookshelves and end-tables set up and purposed, mattress laid down, stuff shunted in one direction or another. It's not quite sleeping in my own bedroom, but hey, it's close, and it works.
Yes, now you can start filling my in-box with requests on my new address.
Or you can do something else with your life and peruse laying the blame for the popularity of dancing poles and the behavior that happens on them at feminism's feet, the worry about men not reading fiction (So? They're just picking up words from other sources than paragraphs-of-words books, that's all. You tell me that an RPG player doesn't do a lot of reading over the course of the game.
And, for spice, just how much the Jena incident shows, to one person, that racism is still alive, well, and being passed on to a new generation.
torakiyoshi, who had a meeting on this side of the state this morning. Tonight, after work, I've got all sorts of things to go get, like foods and shower curtains and such, and some things to think about getting - and I'll poke the cable company today and see if they can't get someone out to set up my services (or if I can just read some numbers to them over the telephone) on my time. Wheee, I'm moved in! I'm moved in! Finally, I'm moved in! Moved in, employed, and ready to begin the post-school part of my life. Hoorah.Of course, I'm still going to have to get used to the idea that if my padded rugby squad plays at noon in the college town, that mens I have to catch the broadcast at 9 A.M. In some ways, it's nice being able to watch late-night sport early, and in others, it becomes a bit of a problem, because everything that was late-night sport then gives way into late-night programming. Well, perhaps with other entertainment methods, that won't be such a problem. Bookshelves and end-tables set up and purposed, mattress laid down, stuff shunted in one direction or another. It's not quite sleeping in my own bedroom, but hey, it's close, and it works.
Yes, now you can start filling my in-box with requests on my new address.
Or you can do something else with your life and peruse laying the blame for the popularity of dancing poles and the behavior that happens on them at feminism's feet, the worry about men not reading fiction (So? They're just picking up words from other sources than paragraphs-of-words books, that's all. You tell me that an RPG player doesn't do a lot of reading over the course of the game.
And, for spice, just how much the Jena incident shows, to one person, that racism is still alive, well, and being passed on to a new generation.
