Brief tour of memory lane.

So eight years ago today I moved into the room I'm sitting in right now.
Not quite in the formal sense of moving in-with the movers and the furniture and craziness and a million boxes. You see, I was moving from an apartment we rented while this house was being built because they won't break ground 'til you've sold and the only buyer wouldn't let us wait out the build. The apartment was, quite literally, from hell. Four people. Two bedrooms. One very spider infested bathroom. Well water so terrible everything it came in contact with was orange, and it always carried the strong scent of rotten eggs or copper. Oh, and no air conditioning. We were in there from March through mid July, '99, the year 90 degree heat waves set in way back in April. Not fun. (it was only place taking cats...) So it was closing day. And in the middle of one very strong heat wave. We were going to have the appliances we'd bought for the place delivered. Catch: there wasn't a phone there. This being pre-cell era, it was kind of a big deal. Since my dad was at work and my bro and I not up to staying in the no AC apartment, we all went out to NL, incapable of being reached. What happened? They got lost. Called the apartment. Left a message. No delivery. My dad came by to tell us/to see us. We didn't want to go back. So he had the genius idea of staying there-it was, officially, our house. So he (or my mom-one of them) ran back to get sleeping bags and such since we brought nothing and that was the first night. We couldn't even order a pizza, I think it was McDonald's that night. There was a cooler for milk and cereal for breakfast, and some water bottles, as we had no fridge. Our kitchen table was a huge old blanket so nothing got on the floor. No curtains, we were up really early. No TV, radio...just the house. Happy times.
So eight years ago tonight, I was sleeping in a corner of this room on a sleeping bag. Seems like yesterday. Given a few more days, this will be the longest I've lived in one place. Weird.
Anyhoo.
Today was uneventful.
My room is a WRECK. I tried to put stuff away, but there's nowhere to put it, so I tried to clean stuff out but everything's so messy I can't empty a drawer enough to see what's in there, at least not enough to decipher what belonged in said drawer and what was on the floor already. Tomorrow my mom is helping me with a huge garbage bag and this room will be sparkling once again. It's almost as bad as when I was moving back in for the summer.
I found a medusa head type lamp at Target that I'm getting tomorrow...it's got lampshades in varying shades of pink and a few brown ones and I LOVE it. It'll be happy in the dorm =]=]
Running didn't have much of an after effect today, at least not like it normally does. My legs aren't sore at all. Which is a really, really good thing! I'm getting in shape!! YAY!!!
And I have the hiccups! Yahoo...
Tomorrow I'm getting a library card (I know, I know, I don't have one for the library here yet. It sucks and it's almost never open, anyway. That was the biggest shock going to college-the library was actually open nine times out of ten) and I'm going to check out Twilight and New Moon by Stephanie Meyer so I can dive in right when HP7 is done. (It's not open on Sunday at all...) I'm pretty excited for it! Then I'm getting into the Chronicles of Narnia and The Looking Glass Wars (thankfully, only one book, everything else is a series) and then His Dark Materials. Not necessarily in that order. *shrugs* I'll see what I feel like. But I know I'm starting out with Twilight. =]
Yup that's my life.