...Oh, hey, so, I have a house now.

We found a new place and moved in and...well, there's a bunch of shit sitting around still because we're A) lazy and B) busy as fuck. The maintenance guy didn't actually do any cleaning or...um, maintenance, but we're getting him in here today to bring us a stove and fix things. So that's good.

I have my own room! This house is seriously fucking old, though. Jesus. It's sort of falling apart, actually. Erm. Oh well.

Our neighbor introduced himself as Merlin. He has a Welsh flag on his door and goes barefoot. Your guess is as good as mine.

So yeah, right now I'm looking for a job, living with a giant, million-year-old dog and an insane cat and two other people, I think the neighbors hate us already because we're nuts, and I've eaten nothing but ramen and chips for the past three days. Blurgh.

Also, someone in this neighborhood has an unsecured wireless network called "Fort Knox". We want to triangulate their location so we can leave them cookies.

Happy birthday to meee.

Also, the landlord we'd been looking into flaked out on us so we probably need to get a new place. We found one that looks good. Updates at eleven.


P.S: Still unemployed. Wheee.

I am distressed.

Moving is complicated. I received an offer to schedule a job interview with a call center, but I won't know when I can schedule it until...later. I currently have no job, which is a lot more stressful than I would have thought. I'm also trying to figure out how to get and move all of my crap into the new place that we don't technically have yet, and there are things I need that I still don't have, which is nerve-wracking.

I also had to cancel my internet bill today, whereupon I discovered that they have been charging me for phone services for the past five months in direct conflict with the fact that I canceled phone service with AT&T five months ago. As you might imagine, I am not happy. But since they say they never received a call from me to cancel services (they did) and that they are still providing phone services to my address (they are not), I don't have a leg to stand on.

Then I spent twenty minutes asking a woman with an indecipherable accent and a limited grasp on the English language to repeat a mailing address for my cell phone bill because I owe my bank $200 that I don't have due to the fact that they were sick of emergency overdraws and decided to slam me for trying to buy lunch. I guess I also apparently can't open a new account until I pay that off, which I cannot do.

So, there's that.

Well.

I'm moving to Columbus! In a few months. I think.

So that should be fun.

Shit I'm gonna have to pack everything

Oh, also, watch The Guild. It's hilarious and has Felicia Day who is hot and amazing. In order to entice you, I will post this video:

Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know I'm still alive, job hunting is...coming along, and I don't expect to have much in the way of internet for the next few days so if somebody wants to call me and stave off my boredom that would be awesome.

*SUPER SHORT UPDATE*

Bye! <3

Hey folks, just wanted to let you know I'm still alive, despite the contradictory title. I just feel dead. Oh god, the bored. Thank you to the people who have called me to keep me from throwing myself off this mortal coil in a fit of drudgery. <3 (Peter, you should totally call me sometime later in the day because I have about twelve things I was going to tell you but forgot. And Des, if you are reading this, "Abby Normal" makes perfect sense as a goth name when you take into account that Jared calls her "Ab" for short.)

I still don't have a job yet, but I'm trying, so hopefully something will work out for me soon.

I still don't know anyone here, except for the cat next door. He's sweet.

Oh, also my mom got me this bizarre African Imports soap from the flea market made of shea butter and couscous because it's supposed to be good for acne, and holy fuck, it works. Like, really well. Weird.

P.S: Got the first two books of Song of Ice and Fire on hold at the library. Go me!

Went for a walk on the park trail today! You can hear church bells from the back patio. Saw a pair of squirrels chasing each other, a little old man pushing a little old lady on a swing, and a kid's bike crashed into a rock. Someone else is moving in on the other side of the complex. There's a school like eight feet from the opposite end of the complex, and they're already holding football practice there. It was eighty degrees out but like seven people were taking walks. I totally have to take some pictures and upload them because our back yard is awesome.

I like it here.

P.S: My number is 330-877-2616, in case anyone wants to call me and stave off my boredom. But not tonight or tomorrow, because I'll be at my grandma's house.

So! Ohio. Here I am. I'm at my grandma's house right now, because the apartment is not unpacked nor equipped with internet connection. This keyboard is a bitch, man. Also, dialup. Ew. Anyway.

The apartment is...small. It's nice, though. Two bedrooms (my mom and I share; Ro has his own room), a bathroom, a living room, a kitchen and a downstairs area that includes a laundry room and a toliet that is for some reason stationed in the middle of the room. The hell is up with that? Search me. Anyway, the view from our room is awesome: there's a park just out behind the apartments with a walking trail and everything. Also, we have like, a patio. It's pretty sweet.

The neighbors are nice! So far I have met Kid With Dreadlocks and Patrick, who has lived in the complex for 22 years (he's 22) and has a wife and baby daughter, and some guy who was having petitions signed and doesn't live around here. He asked me if I, being from Michigan, was a Wolverines fan, and my brother jumped in to inform him that I know nothing about football.

Later on in the car on the way to my aunt and uncle's house, I found out that my two little cousins are now on the football team. So I asked them what positions they play.

Drew: I'm an offensive lineman and Dan's a defensive lineman.
Aunt Marie: He's always been offensive; now he just has something to show for it.
Ro: An offensive lineman--
Me: --is the one who does the tackling; the defensive line's job is to defend the quarterback to keep him from being sacked while he's making a pass, which you do either to the reciever or the runningback, if you're doing a run, in which case the line has to make a path for the runningback to get through in order to gain yards or hopefully make a touchdown, which is six points plus a point for kicking if you get it and two points if you go for an additional play.
Boys: ...
Me: Hey, just because I don't know Wolverines doesn't mean I don't know football.

So yeah, basically I schooled a car full of little boys. I think this move is off to a pretty good start.