The move to California is swiftly approaching. Only a few more weeks left to pack and to say my goodbyes. Today I started in on the monumental project that is packing up my library. I whittled the collection I plan on bringing down to four smallish boxes. Three totes are already packed up and ready to go into storage, yet there are still books up the wazoo left on the shelves. It makes me feel a bit gloomy about packing up the rest of the apartment. Especially the kitchen. I hate packing kitchens - everything is fragile, and nothing is the right size or shape. I'll probably leave that for close to last, especially since I do plan on eating/using dishes this month. (And because I hate it.) Tomorrow I plan on rummaging through my bathroom stuff and discarding a whole bunch of half- and never-used crap that I have somehow accumulated. It'll make me feel better, because there's a ton of stuff I can throw away.
I was supposed to go and sign rental papers for a temporary storage unit today, but I was abducted by some aliens from space who kind of looked like Jamie Farr... Actually, no. I just forgot. Trying to decide which books are important enough to lug across the country is a grueling process. It makes you forget. (Oh, and as a side note, the correct answer to "which books are important enough" is: ALL OF THEM.) So I have to do that tomorrow, as well. Go take care of the storage unit business, I mean.
Despite all the stress (and the sadness that I am currently trying to ignore), I'm pretty excited for the move. It'll be the first time I've lived outside of Minnesota since I was 9 months old. It'll also be my first major road trip. Also, who wouldn't be excited about leaving behind 3 degree temperatures? Especially since the apartment Mark and I found is in a suburb that has boasted the "Best Climate On Earth!"
That's right! We found an apartment!!! Or rather, a condo! (Holy exclamation points, Batman!) Located in Lemon Grove, CA, our new condo will have granite counters, marble kitchen/bathroom floors, stainless steel appliances, 9-foot ceilings, a covered patio... AND LEMON GROVES. (Well, they're two blocks-ish away, but still.) I'M SO FRIGGIN' EXCITED! They approved our dogs, and now it's on hold for us! We even have all the deposit money already lined up! Hurrah! Something is finally working out correctly!
YAY! THIS IS WAY MORE BETTER THAN I EXPECTED!
I rode up to Duluth with my sister-in-law, Kallie, this weekend. It was a decent weekend, overall. Uneventful. Well, except for Saturday night. (And Sunday morning, but we'll discuss that later.) Kallie and two of her friends took me out for drinks. Three gin-and-tonics, one "Chuck Norris" and one "Chocolate Cake" later, I was feeling a bit blurred around the edges. But I didn't do anything stupid, trust me. I even stopped drinking the hard stuff and started drinking Mississippi High Balls (water) pretty early. Wasn't hungover. In fact, I was about 99% sober by the time the bar closed. Then I got to go out for breakfast (at around 3am) with three VERY LOUD, VERY DRUNK ladies. It would have been nice to have a friend of my own to hang with there, but otherwise it was fun.
"Chuck Norrises" taste like gummi worms, by the way.
"Chocolate Cakes" taste like vomit and sin. And chocolate cake.
On Sunday morning, my older sister called me. My mom's 5-month-old Great Dane puppy, Joey, was hit by a car about the same time I was eating breakfast with the Tipsy Trio. He survived, don't worry, but he did suffer a broken leg and pelvis. He had to have surgery on both today. Apparently it went very well, and as long as my parents are careful and watch him closely while he's still going through his growth spurts, he should make a full recovery.
I can't believe someone hit him and left him laying in the ditch, though. Cause that's what happened - a guy happened to see him there in the snow and was kind enough to get help. Whoever hit him left him there to die, which he would have done if he hadn't been found when he was. Great Danes have very thin fur. He would have frozen to death.
Those bastards. I'd like to hit them with my car, break their leg, and leave them in a snowbank to think it over for a while.
People. What a bunch of bastards.
Also... LEMON GROVES!!!
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