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House waiting sucks. I know it's a complicated procedure but still why does it take so long? They accepted our offer and now what? Complete silence! Oh this kills me. And I need to take measurements of my room. I REALLY NEED TO. I can't configure the layout and if I can't configure the layout the earth will implode. Implode? Implode.

Bed goes here. Mirror goes there. Push desk over there. Bookshelf cabinet that-a-way.

Until I measure the room it will drive me mad.

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First "official" (as in I have to pay for it) driving lesson tomorrow. I'm nervous. Futz...

WAIT WTF?!


One of the best moments in movie history. Ok I'm calmed a bit.

Bad cough

I cut my hair. I got a hawk. But that isn't much of an interesting story. I went it and said "Just chop it all off. RAWWWWRRRRHAWWWWK!!!" I didn't even stay in the city as long as I'd like. Ankles. Ankles. Ankles.

So apparently we got a house in Pittsburg. It's a nifty little fix-er-up-er. My room is a basement apartment-esque type of thing. Since when do they allow basements in California? It looks a bit blegh from the outside but inside it reminds me of a lot of SF homes. I don't wanna mention much because all houses seem to slip through our fingers.


Also I'm aching like hell.