I’m only happy when it rains…

I’ve been moved in for about a month now.  And it’s slowly starting to look and feel like home.  Well, it’s felt like home since the beginning, but it’s starting to look that way too?

I’ve still got a tonne of boxes to unpack, but I own a tonne of stuff so that’s not surprising at all.  But I’m working on it.  And I’m going to be working hard on that.  Part of my new resolution and such.

The kitchen is all unpacked and almost completely mine.  Heh, almost because I’m still stopping and going where the hell is that…  But I’ve learned how to cook and function in it, and I’m loving it.  It’s a cute little kitchen.

My bathroom is the most talked-about room in the apartment.  It’s completely on the rubber duckie theme. There are ducks all over the place!  And there’s more now than what are in the pictures… they seem to be multiplying when I’m not looking ;)

The bedroom and living room are a mess right now.  The one wall still has boxes stacked up against it.  But the CD/DVD tower is up and all organised.  My curtain’s are up and all fluffy/wispy looking.  I bought a new cover for my couch and some of the pillows.  I’m going to get mom to show me how to use my sewing machine as soon as I’ve got the place unpacked more…I’ve got some great black and white fabrics which I want to make into pillows and pillow cases.  Maybe I’ll have her come up for a weekend and make a girls weekend over it.

I’m enjoying it, living here.  I like the pool and I like how it isn’t too busy.  I like how quiet it is at night… even though it’s almost TOO quiet sometimes.  I like having the cat to myself again. But I need to start spending more time with him. I’m neglecting him and I feel horrible about it.  And he’s angry over it, as he should be.  My poor buddy is feeling lonely recently.

I’m almost but not quite over being sick.  It seems to flare up again every weekend, which is extra thrilling.  I’m not feeling so hot today, but that’s partially because I’m so tired.  I think it’s time for a nap.

I’ve noticed something about myself recently though.  I made all these plans to better myself once I’ve moved and yet… I haven’t done any of it.  Well, that’s not exactly true.  But.  I’m not exactly loving the extremely dependant person I’ve become in getting my independence.  I’ve always been the type of person who would do anything to please… I think it’s a personality flaw.  But it’s become worse.  I guess I’m afraid of losing what I’ve got left.

It’s time for a change.  I’ve decided this.  And I’m going to do something about it this time.  Time to stand up for me.

National Stupidity

So.  I do up a reservation online for a rental truck to move.  They send me an email, stating that my request is pending confirmation.  I’m like… wtf.

I proceed to call said rental agency, to figure out what I have to do to get my reservation confirmed.  Said individual who answers the phone states that my confirmation should be in my email inbox after checking my confirmation number.

I check my email inbox.  My confirmation is in there, along with a note saying confirmed, please proceed to counter and bring all confirmation forms and emails with.

I am contented, and thank the individual.  He says no problem, everything is confirmed, and we’re all set.

I receive a phone call yesterday afternoon.  Unfortunately I’m in the middle of something and cannot pick up my phone.  It goes to voicemail.

I check voicemail as soon as possible, not recognising the number that called.  It’s said rental company.  My request has now been denied, no reasoning listed.

Um.

I’m beyond furious.  This rental company had been recommended as reliable with good trucks.  Their rates weren’t bad, and the 100km included with the price was an added bonus.

Thank god for Uhaul right now, and their ability to treat me like a real customer and provie me with the services I requested, when I requested them.

In other news.
Got my keys today.
Painting Saturday.
Moving boxes all weekend.
Moving officially Monday.

Am working on:
A random list post to make up for the 100 that I never finished.
A post about vacation that I am missing so much right about now with all the stress.
An entry about moving will surely follow.

I’m getting good at long, rambly, random updates about once a month

The past few weeks have been interesting, to say the least.  Or, well, I could say less, but who cares either way?

I just finished a mini vacation, which was wonderful.  It was, well, wonderful to have a few days off to just relax and for once not worry about moving details or vacation details or anything of the sort.

So I had two days off last week, and I decided that I was going to go to the cottage.  I miss being there for weeks on end like we used to when I was little.  I headed home after work on Wednesday, and we headed up to the cottage Thursday morning (after I bought my Matt Good tickets, of course)

Speaking of Matt Good tickets… I was at home when I was ordering them.  And we still have dial-up, although it’s high speed.  Now, the funny thing about our dial-up… when someone calls, it gives the internet connection the hiccups.  It doesn’t completely disconnect, but it doesn’t stay connected.  So, of course, my grandmother called just as soon as I hit the submit button to purchase my ticket.  And I cursed and swore and threw a fit (in my room, to prolly only Keiran :x) and lost my ticket.  Or so I thought.  So I opened another ticketmaster window and clicked on my order history.

And instead of having one single ticket on there (or so I hoped anyway, seeing as I wasn’t sure the transaction even went through) I had two single tickets.  In completely different sections of Massey Hall.  So… If anyone wants a ticket…

Anyway.  We headed up to the cottage shortly afterwards.  Where we met our first mouse haha.  Turns out that we’ve got mice at the cottage.  There was one ballsy little guy who would come out in the evening when we were watching TV and run between our feet and around the kitchen in search of food.  He would run around, dashing here and there, completely undisturbed by the fact that we were there.  We even caught him licking off cheese from the mouse traps that had deployed the night before and were waiting to be cleaned by the sink!

There were some nice storms Thursday and Friday at the lake.  The thunder was so loud that it would shake the old windows.  Lightening was flashing like crazy and it absolutely POURED rain.  Usually I love sleeping when it’s raining, all lulled to sleep.  But this was angry rain and it didn’t work quite so well.

Friday night late we headed home so that we could get up early in the morning for our regular routine of Garage Sales, Market and out for breakfast.  In the beginning of the garage sale season, I bought this semi-ugly touch lamp.  The price was right (50 cents) and I desperately needed a lamp for beside my bed at the cottage.  Mom and I were joking the other day about how we’d never find another one like it, and it was a shame.  And lo-and-behold, at the second garage sale on Saturday, I found a matching lamp!

Saturday at the cottage was beautiful weather.  My sister and I decided we were going to take the paddle boat out onto the lake.  Unfortunately some time during the past year, the rudder had snapped partially.  And an even bigger unfortunately occurred when, after an hour and a half of cleaning and getting it ready, while putting it in the water, the rudder snapped completely off.  Figures.  We made do and I wore my sister out with paddling to our cousin’s cottage and back.

Overall it was a very good vacation.

Moving date is rapidly approaching, although not so rapidly that I’m already out of time.  And, of course, I’m nowhere near ready to move.  Well, possession-wise.  Apparently I own a LOT more stuff than I realised, and, well, I’m realising it now?

I’ve spent what feels like very little time actually packing though.  Most of my time has been spent weeding through my possessions and figuring out if they’re worth holding on to.  I’ve always been a packrat.  But it’s amazing the amount of stuff I hold on to.  Some for sentimental reasons, such as letters and cards from friends, but others… makes me go wtf.

It’s also amazing how many magazines pile up when you’re not looking.  And how usesless the majority of them are.  Sure, we love reading them once, but afterwards… they just collect space.  I likely recycled about two years worth of Cosmos without a second glance.

Prior to moving day, and what should be making me a little more anxious ABOUT moving day, is vacation.  In just over a week, Keiran and her mom will be here. Which means I need to get my ass moving with cleaning and making the place livable heh.  Since, well, we might be living here, but it’s really kind of gross.  But since the roommate doesn’t seem to care about the state of the ick in the toilet, or the gross smell coming from the kitchen, someone has to.

But yes, vacation time is coming.  Keiran’s mom has never been to Canada before, and I’m hoping that we don’t completely disapppoint her?  Anyway.  We’ve planned a tour of Toronto for the Saturday.  We’ve got the Hippo Tour booked for Saturday morning, and the Zoo planned for the afternoon, as well as some driving around (with my Dad playing tour guide) and a trip up the CN Tower.  I haven’t been to the Zoo in forever… seriously, like middle school. And I’ve never been on the Hippo Tour – although I’ve seen the Hippo Tour bus quite often downtown.

I think we’re getting somewhere on our plans for after Keiran’s mom leaves.  We’re planning on going up to the cottage, and seeing a movie or two, playing some mini golf and touring African Lion Safari (another place I’ve never been haha).

So… what? See you in another month, after the rate I post at?  Haha.  Well, in a months time, I’ll certainly have lots to post about anyway.

My tongue is lost so I can’t tell you, please just see it in my eyes

Emily hasn’t written in a long time and she’s sorry for that.  But she has this problem where she hasn’t been able to … focus on anything.  So blame her brain if you must.

Emily has been slacking.  There are a lot of things that Emily is suppose to be doing, or that she’d like to be doing, that she hasn’t been.  She owes people paintings and sketches and writings and various other artsy things, as well as the fact that she wants to do some for herself.  She needs to stop being a bad friend.

Emily went to see Darren Hayes a while ago with her friend Amanda.  She thinks it was the 15th, but she’s not quite sure.  She had a good time, even if she wasn’t really into the show.  It was more for nostalgia’s sake than anything else, since she absolutely adored Darren and Savage Garden when she was younger.  Savage Garden was one of the first tapes (gasp!) that she saved up and bought herself.  She’s not sure that Amanda had a good time, but Emily enjoyed being with her regardless.  She always does.

Emily’s been spending way too much money recently.  It’s starting to bug her, but it is the season of new CDs from favourite artists, and she’s already counting down the days to the new Matthew Good album. 

Pride Parade was last weekend, and Emily went.  Even though she wasn’t feeling good and wasn’t sure she wanted to go anyway.  But what’s not to love about naked or mostly naked men and women walking around.  Not to mention the fact that Pride Parade brings out both the beautiful boys and girls.  So there’s always plenty of eye candy around.

Emily was talking to Emily last week (here’s where there’s potential to get a little confusing).  Emily moved into her new place and got a kitty.  Emily said that Emily could go meet her new kitty.  Kitty’s are so cute and Emily’s gonna have to take her up on that. But first Emily has to remember to email Emily at work and ask her if she wants to go to get a coffee. 

Emily was also talking to Jen and Matt, two people whom she hasn’t been talking to much in the past while – both for completely different reasons.  She’s beyond thrilled to have been talking to them, because she’s missed both of them muchly.  Now she’s just got to work on keeping re-established friendships.

What else?

Emily’s friend Keiran is coming to visit in a bunch of days but not too many.  Emily is failing today at basic math, otherwise she’d have a number where it says bunch of. But yes.  Keiran is bringing her mom to Canada for a few days as well.  She’s never been here (Emily thinks, anyway) and she wants to see all the fun stuff.  So they’ll be going to Niagara Falls for a day or so, and around Toronto.  If there’s any places in Toronto that you can think of as a good touristy think, please share.  Emily would greatly appreciate it.

Emily’s found her own apartment as well.  She’s still working out all the details, but she should be moving end of August.  Emily’s excited and a little scared.  A lot of excited though. 

Emily’s all tuckered out, so she thinks it’s time to stop rambling on in third person.

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