Thus read my shirt today. I think it is appropriate. I spent today loading up all my shit into my dad's humongous Ford truck. This included my green leather La-Z-Boy, a folding table which shall be my desk, a 26" TV, a wire-basket dresser, and the TV stand (which is more of a nightstand than a TV stand, but it can hold the TV fine). Guess what. We had to lug them up stairs. A dolley is rendered useless by the several flights of mini-stairs littered through the apartment complex, and then my apartment is on the second floor (no elevator).
But, hey, we managed to lug everything inside (we being my dad and me). I was totally exhausted when everything was done, and then my parents are telling me to start unpacking stuff. Yeah right. I'll set out Fiona's food, water, and litter box, make sure my air mattress is pumped up with sheets on it, then I'm setting myself comfortably in my La-Z-Boy with my laptop. Unpacking is for tomorrow, when I'm not wiped out by carrying crap up and down stairs. (We also helped Allison, the former roomy that I'm replacing, carry her stuff out. Today was my earliest move-in date because today was also her earliest move-out date)
Will shall be in tomorrow at 5pm (he's my new roomy this year...and the guy who let me know about this apartment opportunity), so I'm alone for the moment, which means I can rest comfortably and settle in a bit before having to worry about social interaction.
Hm...Monday, I'll head down to campus to apply for a job or two and also settle my class schedule with the advisors. Perhaps purchase books. I also need to be sure to pay the pet deposit before Steve gets on my case about Fiona.
Oh, yes, did I mention? I brought Fiona up with me. She's my cat. I believe I already mentioned stuff about Fiona earlier, but I felt it wise to clarify for...clarification's sake. Right now, she is completely wiped out from the trip, and probably partially from the trauma of relocating to a new home (yes, for cats, a new home is quite a traumatic experience), so she is sleeping on the highest shelf of my closet. She was totally terrified when I first brought her in, so she'd managed to hide herself underneath the sink in the bathroom. I think she'll settle in fine in the next couple of days, though. After all, this morning she was totally sure I was about to leave her again, and wasn't one bit happy about it. Well, she guessed wrong. ^.^
So. Here's to the start of another year at UT. Wish me good fortune, please, for that is what I wish upon all of you.
About Me
- Drake Wurrum
- I'm a young adult trying to find his way in the world. I grew up in San Antonio, but I was born in Anaheim. I absolutely LOVE cats. If you hate cats, I will have trouble getting along with you. Being allergic to cats is no excuse. I know many friends who are allergic and have cats anyways. I like dogs, too, but I just can't survive without a cat. I also cannot stand smokers. It causes serious breathing problems for me. Smoking is one of the things I despise the most. I'm apathetic agnostic. Basically, that means I don't like to say one way or the other if god exists or not. Also, I basically don't care. I mean, I do care, but I don't see the point in saying yes or no. I don't like the idea of some all-powerful being creating everything from nothing. I also don't want to have to rely on others to tell me what's right and what's wrong. I'd rather figure that out for myself. That’s what life is for. Whether or not god exists will not affect how I live out my life. If it were somehow proven he does exist, without a doubt, I'd be like "Oh, that's neat," and keep doing what I'm doing. Don't try to let that get to you. I respect other people's beliefs so long as they respect mine.
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