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I'm alive! And moved in! And with internet!
The move went swimmingly, all my stuff got here in one piece. I forgot my wallet in Katie's purse and we only remembered when she was practically back in North Bay, which was obnoxious, but luckily I had an uncle driving through on Sunday so he dropped it off for me.
Pictures of the new place are forthcoming. I still have some boxes that I can't really unpack because they're all labelled 'desk things' and I don't have a desk. I might get a little card table for the corner or something. Maybe a mirror. I have a large empty space in one entire corner of the apartment and considering it's not a huge place, it seems like a lot of empty room.
I also forgot to get a router, so no wireless internet. Instead some very awkward sitting really close to the modem type internet. Whatever, it still works fine. I also can't use my dvd player/tv because there's no where I can set them where they'll still reach an outlet. So. Some more electronic equipment is needed before I really settle in.
My windows all face east, which is an evil bitch around 6 am. Grandmother is making me some curtains and I hope to have them within the week before I go crazy from sleep deprivation.
I think I need to get a map of the tri-town area, because I have no clue where anything is. I can get from the college to my apartment and back and that is it. Apparently there's a 5-day-a-week kickass flea market about ten minutes from my building. That makes me excited.
McLovin is less insane than he was on the first day we moved in. I mean, he's still crazy, but he's moving around and looking at things and drinking water. Still not eating. He's such a drama queen.
Oh. The building I'm living in is a refurb'd hospital built in the 1880s. Oh yeah, sure, I haven't been having ghost related thoughts for the last three days. Creeeeeeepy.
Doesn't help that one of my neighbours on this floor is some sort of internet preacher? I don't know, he hates Muslims, Sikhs, blacks, gays and First Nations, and he yells about how evil they are and how they are taking the world to hell or something to all his followers on his website at least once a day. He's rattling my calm. There's someone on the floor below me that plays electric guitar loud enough you can actually hear it as you are coming into town. That person seems pretty respectful about not doing it in the middle of the night though, so I have no qualms. Also, they actually kind of rock, so that doesn't hurt neither.
The move went swimmingly, all my stuff got here in one piece. I forgot my wallet in Katie's purse and we only remembered when she was practically back in North Bay, which was obnoxious, but luckily I had an uncle driving through on Sunday so he dropped it off for me.
Pictures of the new place are forthcoming. I still have some boxes that I can't really unpack because they're all labelled 'desk things' and I don't have a desk. I might get a little card table for the corner or something. Maybe a mirror. I have a large empty space in one entire corner of the apartment and considering it's not a huge place, it seems like a lot of empty room.
I also forgot to get a router, so no wireless internet. Instead some very awkward sitting really close to the modem type internet. Whatever, it still works fine. I also can't use my dvd player/tv because there's no where I can set them where they'll still reach an outlet. So. Some more electronic equipment is needed before I really settle in.
My windows all face east, which is an evil bitch around 6 am. Grandmother is making me some curtains and I hope to have them within the week before I go crazy from sleep deprivation.
I think I need to get a map of the tri-town area, because I have no clue where anything is. I can get from the college to my apartment and back and that is it. Apparently there's a 5-day-a-week kickass flea market about ten minutes from my building. That makes me excited.
McLovin is less insane than he was on the first day we moved in. I mean, he's still crazy, but he's moving around and looking at things and drinking water. Still not eating. He's such a drama queen.
Oh. The building I'm living in is a refurb'd hospital built in the 1880s. Oh yeah, sure, I haven't been having ghost related thoughts for the last three days. Creeeeeeepy.
Doesn't help that one of my neighbours on this floor is some sort of internet preacher? I don't know, he hates Muslims, Sikhs, blacks, gays and First Nations, and he yells about how evil they are and how they are taking the world to hell or something to all his followers on his website at least once a day. He's rattling my calm. There's someone on the floor below me that plays electric guitar loud enough you can actually hear it as you are coming into town. That person seems pretty respectful about not doing it in the middle of the night though, so I have no qualms. Also, they actually kind of rock, so that doesn't hurt neither.