If you can't tell... IT IS MOVING DAY!! Today my room mate, Tim which I shall refer to him forever more, and I have moved from our hell hole into our heaven. We are located on the 9th floor of the apt building. We have a great view, but being afraid of hieghts I don't see myself going out there much.
Tim had gone home during the weekend to get his stuff from home that was going to be moved in the apt. I spent the days slowly packing my things up and cleaning up my room and the bathroom. As much as I disliked my landlady I'm not going to leave the place a mess. She's had a lot of people through the house to see the place. We've had to clean up every time she told us. Sometimes she didn't tell us that someone was coming over and they'd see my room a mess. Tim's room was always relatively clean. HAHAHA one time they came through and I was still sleeping in my bed. Oh that was a good one!
My dad and two of my brothers came down to help me move all my stuff out. A friend, Nick helped out too. Another friend Dary. was supposed to help but he just never showed up. He'll get it when we all have to move up to Thunder Bay. I won't help him then!! hahhaha!
It took us about 3 hours, maybe a bit more to get everything out of the old house and into the new apt. We have ALOT of stuff now that I can see it all. It was much quicker just stuffing everything into the apt then it was getting it out of the house.
The apt is so nice. A much needed improvement of life and another step towards independence. The elevators here are horribly slow and I think they need to be programmed better. The system has a lot of room for improvement but the stairs work fine so I'm happy... until I have to use my bike!
Everything is on the floor of our main room/living room.... actually all my stuff is there, Tim has pretty much got all his stuff put away. I've been lazyish and been taking my time enjoying the new feelings of being able to say we OWN our own place. We can make our own rules. Tim is really starting to clean the apt. up, or rather but the rest of the "our" stuff away. I'm just sitting here laughing my head at him and he rants around "yelling" at me. I put yelling in quotations because he's not mad at me he's just talking loudly and making fun of me, the way we always talk to each other. It is soo good and funny. I don't think I've ever laughed this hard, my stomache is really hurting.
Mike and Paul came over and used our kitchen. They made food for us. It was some sort of soup (wretched stuff) and KD. We have close to 40 some odd boxes of that stuff and then we have the Easy Mac stuff. We have enough KD to last us through a nuklear war!
Anyways, time for the funny part of the night. We live on Jane St., closer to the Steelse end than the Finch end. For those of you who don't know this, Jane and Finch is known for its gang wars and shootings. My neighbourhood is prominently black/brown/spanish, etc. not caucasion. It doesn't bother me greatly. So they were leaving and I told them if they want to get out of here fast take the stairs instead of the elevator, and if you want to get out REALLY, really fast just stand outside our door and shout "WHA' SUP MA NIGGER!?!". At which point we all burst into halarity, and then... this is the good part... Paul laughed so hard he puked!! back into the bowl of soup he was eating out of. Oh man! that was disgusting and halarious!! Tim wanted to throw out the bowl, forget washing it just chuck it (we had enough dishes to be greek for months). The, "You are fucking banned" list came into play today. Basically if you do something dumb in our apt we ban you from something in the apt for a discussed amount of time (discussed between Tim and I). Paul is the first one and is banned from bowls for a month.
"You can run from home, but home won't run from you"