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This is the home of Justine's crazy and sometimes amusing ramblings.

Monday, December 01, 2003

I can't find my monkey! I sleep with a stuffed monkey and the last ten minutes have been devoted to searching for him. Dammit! My mom must have packed him and now I can't find my Will. Way to start the new move. Plus, where're my crosswords? I never should have let mom help me pack.

posted by Justine 1:38 AM
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Okay, so I've moved. Pretty much. There was a whole big thing with my Evil Landlord and the girl who's moving into my apartment, but I don't really feel like writing it now. Anyways, I've got all but a few little things into my new room in the new house. Most importantly, my computer. If you need my new address, email me. Suffice to say, I no longer live by the bar.

In case you didn't know, I've left the glorious solitude of my apartment for the peopled living of a house. Again. I lived in a shared house for almost two years until I moved into my apartment in July. Then I had problems finding roomates (another long story) and I spent a total of three months living on my own. I loved it. I have to say I didn't eat well, rarely did a thurough clean and lived on my computer, but I loved it. The freedom of singing without worrying the roomates think you're nuts or annoying, cooking in my bra after Coyote Ugly, watching whatever, whenever... It's the little things that matter.

On the other hand, it was great to sit in the living room with, almost, everyone and chill and chat and mock 60 Minutes and when I walked around, it had that... house smell. Warm, cleanish, like fabric and people and hints of food and soaps. I like it. My apartment smelled like my perfume and hair stuff and me. Not that it's bad, they're just different.

I hate giving up my independance, though. I felt like having an aparment was a big step forward for myself. I was supporting myself completely and utterly. I didn't have to rely on anyone and I reveled in that power. It's gonna be hard to give up. People always looked at me in a kind of awe when I said I was paying for my rent and all my bills myself. (Keep in mind I had a two bedroom apartment and the bills to go with it.) My dream was to have an apartment. Seriously. I dreamed about coming home, putting my keys on the table, sorting through my mail while checking my messages. Yeah, I'm weird, get over it. I had a long repessed dream about being a secretary too.

Okay, I should go to bed now. My room is cold, my right hand(the mouse hand) is numb and I need to be back at 'The Old Apartment' by nine to pick up my rent check the aforementioned Evil Landlord.

posted by Justine 1:24 AM
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