what what in the butt
When I get a song in my head, I feel it’s my duty to share it with everyone:
Dad, please watch this and make sure your speakers are up!
it’s not a list because there are paragraphs
Last night, I decided to finally get rid of Riley’s crate. He hasn’t used it since maybe July of last year, and it’s only used now as a threat. I figured it’d be about 75 fewer pounds to have to move to a new place, so I threw it up on Craigslist. Holy crap, I never realized Craigslist people were so special. I’ve received about 8 emails asking if the crate is still available, to which I respond "Yep!" and that’s as far as it’s gone with anyone. I’m not planning on moving it, so if these people could get their shit together, that’d be AWESOME.
I’m leaning towards the Apartment #1 from the other day. There’s nothing I don’t like about it. Except that it’s not dirt cheap. It’s fine, though. And provided I find a job before mid-April when the Unemployment cuts me off, it’ll be just fine.
It is entirely too easy to get an apartment while unemployed and I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing. I was very up front with each person, and not a single one seemed to care. I like to think that I just appear very responsible, but somehow I doubt that’s the case.
I got over the chills and fevers I was having. And I think my ears feel better. But holy crap, I can’t stop coughing and that, in turn, is making my throat hurt like a dirty bitch.
Tomorrow, I’m ramming my car as full of boxes as I possibly can and taking care of some packing business. I’m thinking about going home for my Grandma’s birthday and if that’s the case, that means I’ll be missing out on a few days of packing time.
i was hoping this would be easy
I looked at two apartments today, and as it worked out, I could totally live in both of them.
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Apartment #1 is on a fairly busy street and it’s surrounded by a couple of schools and a church. It’s less than a mile from tons of places I frequent, including Cindi’s apartment and the closest freeway. It’s less than two miles from the Metrodome and the downtown Minneapolis area. This is the apartment that I wasn’t really excited about looking at. I won’t be saving any money if I ended up moving here, which was my original plan. If I wind up with a job downtown, there’s a bus stop on the corner.
Apartment #2 was the one I was most excited about seeing, but it was kind of a disappointment after the first one. It’s still a good size, but doesn’t have a lot of closet space. The building is an older house that’s been very tastefully turned into apartments. The particular apartment I’d be living in is in the basement, but it does have the require egress windows that doesn’t make it seem dark and dreary. It’s in more of a residential neighborhood and I can see it being very quiet. Nearby attractions: Matt’s apartment (2.0 miles), Jenni’s gym (2.0 miles), the chain of lakes (<4 miles), and probably more convenient if I wind up with a job anywhere south of Minneapolis.
I was up front with both apartment-showing people about the status of my employment. Oddly enough, it didn’t seem to bother either one of them. I think that’s the luxury of working with a more local management company. My current management company is local, but they act like they’re some nationwide chain that doesn’t have any time to do much of anything.
Anyway. I have one more to look at tomorrow, and I’ll probably make a decision. I suppose I could keep looking, but I know me – once I have a place locked in, I’ll actually do more than do some half ass packing. And if I’m going to actually move in, well, four weeks, I should probably get my ass in gear.
one hop this time
I’m moving sometime next month, provided I find a place. Considering I have three places to look at over the weekend, I don’t think I’m too worried. I’ve just been really spoiled by hanging out in the neighborhoods of Jenni, Matt, and Cindi, where the scariest thing happening is someone vandalizing the billboard across the street from Cindi’s building or some hooligans putting stickers on street signs on Matt’s street. The three places I’m looking at are kind of scattered around a bit. For those local, there’s two in the Whittier neighborhood (one that is more than I want to pay, but I didn’t figure it’d hurt to look) and one in the Field neighborhood (which I didn’t know existed until right now). I’m most excited about that last one, because it’s a pretty fantastic deal for the square feet on the apartment. We’ll see on Saturday if it’s as good as I think, though!
Cindi went with me to look at the apartment I saw before the cruise. It was clearly nothing worth writing about, unless you count almost passing out from the small of fresh paint and cleaning fluids something to write about. It was super tiny and my dog and I would have probably mauled each other to death sooner or later. Speaking of my dog, Riley has to go with me to view Saturday’s apartment. They’d originally said they’d only take small to medium dogs, but are willing to meet Riley and if they deem him … suitable, I guess? … they’ll make an exception.
I’m also trying not to get my hopes up due to this whole not having a job thing. I’m not sure how landlords take to renting an apartment to the unemployed! As a backup plan, my dad said he’d cosign a lease for me, but the idea of me being almost 30 years old and having to have my pops cosign a lease? It kinda makes me want to vomit!
I went to Wal-Mart this morning to pick up toilet paper. I had to wipe my ass with paper towels this morning and it was none to pleasant. That was probably too much information. I also needed some packaging tape and my supply of DayQuil had run out. By the time I got back in the car and drove home, I was dizzy. I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure that’s not healthy and/or safe. I ended up canceling lunch plans with my favorite former co-workers, a gigantic box up pick up from Sean that would have been a fantastic start on my packing, a tattoo appointment with Cindi (which is probably for the better, because then I would have needed another one right then and there), and some socializing after that.
Instead, I’m downloading 3000 mashups from Goodblimey.com (thanks to Matt for pointing me in that direction), purging some boxes I never unpacked when I moved into this apartment almost two years ago, and picking up loose change from all over my apartment. But not getting dizzy and that’s the important thing.
things that are awesome about being sick
- The shitty TV that’s on throughout the night when I keep waking up every two hours.
- The colorful surprises that come out of my mouth when I cough.
- Being able to eat all of those gross soup that I bought when it was on sale, because I can’t taste it.
- Having a tiny bar tab, because I DON’T EVEN FEEL LIKE DRINKING.
- Wearing the same pair of jeans 5 days in a row, because my longest time wearing them was 6 hours.
You know me. Always thinking of the positive.
everybody clap your hands
In the midst of going between not being able to move my back and having chills so bad I think I might die, I’ve been editing vacation pictures in the hopes that I can soon right about everything and include pictures. But now that I’m on my Grand Cayman/stingray pictures, I felt like I needed to make a list of vacation things that I loved so much, I could possibly cry while thinking about them:
- being some of the first people on our ship
- watching Ft. Lauderdale fade into nothing when our ship pulled away
- walking through Key West before everything opened
- drinking Mojitos from a to-go cup while walking down Duval Street
- taking Italian 101 from an Austrian and using the Discotheque in the boat as our classroom
- learning dirty Italian words from my favorite waiter
- looking out the cabin window every night before bed
- my intense adoration for Mr. Pizza and his wife Maxine
- feeding squid to a stingray
- holding a stingray
- being knocked down by a giant wave
- sitting Indian style in the ocean
- the roller coaster/bus ride from the pier to Tabyana Beach in Honduras
- drinking booze in the ocean
- playing cards while at sea
- riding ATVs through the Mexican jungle (even if I can’t walk right now because of it)
- watching the sunset on the pier in Cozumel
- dancing to Soulja Boy with an Italian assistant DJ
I think that’ll do for now. It at least helps me forget that one week ago today, I was probably floating in the ocean, waiting for Matt and Jenni to come back from their kayak ride. And now it’s 2 degrees outside.
damn you technology
For the past 24 hours, I’ve been close to wanting to throw up. See, my brand new memory card that I took out of the box right before vacation seems to have had its way with some of the pictures I took on vacation. I’ve ran one program to fix the pictures and ended up with about 200 good ones, but there’s still probably 200 that are somewhere in between a corrupt pile of shit on my memory card and acting as just a beautiful vision in my head.
I did some reading on the internet and it seems like Windows Vista is somewhat notorious for doing this whole photo corruption thing on a regular basis. That’s super convenient, considering I have only one computer that happens to have Vista on it.
As of right now, I’m missing pictures of things like the most southern point of the U.S., our brunch that consisted of nachos and rum, many wild cock roaming the streets of Key West, and who knows what else that I just haven’t noticed yet.
It makes me super sad, that’s for sure!
i decided to come home
So, 48 hours ago? I’m pretty sure I was swimming in a pool. Filled with salt water. Aboard the Costa Mediterranea. In the middle of the ocean. Heading back to Florida.
Just now? I put on boots, jeans, two shirts, and the thickest winter jacket I own to stomp around in the ice while my dog peed. And it’s -13.
If it weren’t for Riley, I may not have come back.
I have hundreds of pictures to go through and hundreds of hours of sleep to catch up on. Oh, and a job to find and probably a place to live by the end of February.
HI GUYS
I’m not doing a very good job at posting, which is unfortunate, because I have a lot of fun things I could have written about in the past week!
Instead, I’m busy packing for the cruise that I’ll be taking tomorrow. Is it the most irresponsible thing I could do while unemployed? NOT REALLY. It’s been paid for since June, and the money to spend while on the cruise as been in savings since approximately the same time, so don’t think I’m financially immature. All other ways immature? ABSOLUTELY.
These links are primarily for my parents, but also for anyone else that’s interested!
This is where you can follow our cruise ship to see exactly where we are.
Here’s the webcam from the front of our ship.
And the webcam from the back of our ship.
Our schedule will go like this:
- Saturday: Boarding the ship in Ft Lauderdale
- Sunday: Key West, Florida from 8 a.m. – 5 p.m.
- Monday: A Day at Sea
- Tuesday: Grand Cayman from 8 a.m. – 5 p.m. (where we’ll snorkel with stingrays)
- Wednesday: Roatan, Honduras from 10 a.m. – 5 p.m. (this is beach day!)
- Thursday: Cozumel, Mexico from 9 a.m. – 6 p.m. (we’re riding ATVs through the jungle)
- Friday: Another Day at Sea
- Saturday: Back to Ft. Lauderdale and the real world
So, love you all long time. And now I have to go pack something other than underpants, a swimsuit, and gum.
i share because i love you
Remember The Milk: I need a to-do list to get things done or I blow everything off. This lets me make a to-do list within Gmail, which is something I have open ANY second I’m at my computer. Thanks to this little gadgety type thing, I’ve finished FOUR WHOLE THINGS TODAY. And that’s not counting peeing in a cup in the bathroom of a CVS Pharmacy.
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