Moving sucks.

Well, I am happily moved back into Garden Apartments. Heather is on the other side of my wall as I type this. I moved all of my furniture around, so no my desk sits right in front of the window, which makes me happy. Natural light is nice.

Unpacking... just grar. I don't wanna. Too much stuff. I'm going to Target with Kim tomorrow because I absolutely *have* to get some little bookshelf-y thing to put the fishboys on. They are not happy at all being scattered about and such. I could also stand to get a lamp, too.

RA training runs 8am - 9pm pretty much every day for two weeks other than this coming Saturday. Rac, RAs and PMs both have to do a workshop together 8am on Sunday morning, so it's your call if you want to celebrate your birthday Friday night after 9pm or Saturday night and get up early the next morning. Also, Mike, don't forget that Rac invited you.

*eyes the piles of boxes*


Did I mention that I have the bestest boyfriend ever? Seriously, today he was like He-Man.

And oh, Victoria's Secret bras are the bestest ever. I bought one of their full coverage bras yesterday, and it is so so comfy. Also, it makes my boobs look a little smaller, so yay for that. I've been thinking more and more about getting a reduction. I'd like to be a high B/low C again. And then piercing wouldn't look all weird. And they wouldn't hurt my back. Somebody want to give me $2000?