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05 June 2008 @ 11:56 am
My Personal Hell  
Since I'm not sure if my email sent from my phone last night, I just wanted to do a quick entry to let Filo and the rest of the SCPP know that I'm alive. I haven't just abandoned you guys, I haven't checked on my Virtual Villagers in 2 days. They are probably all dead and I'm going to have to pull a Filo and start over.

So, I'm back in Tucson with my mom packing up the rest of the house. I really really hate packing. Plus, Mom woke me up at 8 and didn't provide me with any caffeine so I feel like I'm moving in slo-mo. I'm at Home Depot right now, and if you thought I hated packing, it's nothing compared to my intense hatred for all things Home Depot. I think my own personal hell would be me trapped in Home Depot with a giant box of screws to sort and with ''Rockabye'' and the songs of Fergie playing on an endless loop in the background. Oy.

I owe everyone a giant post about my car issues (or more like my issues) so that's hopefully coming soon (along with pictures). Man, everytime I sat down to type that story out, I got exhausted. Oh, and I'll tell you about the job interview I had yesterday too. Woot!

But, for now, I either need to dig out my iPod or jab a screwdriver in my ear (I'm sure they have an abundance of them here), because if I hear one more Fergie song, I may go insane.

ETA: We are making a 2nd trip to Home Depot. Kill me now.
 
 
Current Location: Home Depot
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
Current Music: ''Big Girls Don't Cry''--Fergie
 
 
 
grizzly_mouse: R&Rgrizzly_mouse on June 6th, 2008 01:38 am (UTC)
Oh believe me I've been there. My parents' house is really open plan so not only does the light from the living room shine down the stairs and into my parents' room but you are also directly above them with wooden floors so they hear every move no matter how quiet you try to be. It also doesn't help that I am a night owl whereas my dad goes to bed really early and gets up at sparrow fart.

I also had to try to fit an apartment's worth of stuff into a single bedroom. This wasn't helped by the fact that I hadn't really taken much with me when I moved out so I now essentially had double of everything. It became even worse after I bought my house since there was a four month period before I settled and then another 6 months while I renovated where I was living at home but also buying furniture so that I was ready to move in when the house was done. By the time I moved out you couldn't move in my bedroom, the hallway or the living room as I had bought a dining table, two large cabinets and numerous other items with no where to store them.
robinpoppins: GG: LL counterrobinpoppins on June 6th, 2008 05:31 pm (UTC)
Oh ny gosh, I know! My parents are the same way. My dad's a farmer and he gets up at 2am to go bail hay and he's like, ''what are you still doing up? You need to go to bed.'' Ugh!

I'm moving my stuff into a storage shed for the time being There's no way I can fit 3 bedrooms worth of stuff into one bedroom.