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Aug. 28th, 2005 09:58 amI have outgrown the dorm lifestyle officially. My father's truck was packed with boxes and my statio wagon was also filled, and all of this stuff was intended for a room smaller than my actual bedroom that I will be sharing with another girl for half of the year. As I unpack, I'm actually repacking boxes of stuff to take back home. No possible creative storage solution that I could afford on my budget would be able to accomodate my things. I've simply outsourced myself in the area of my stuff to space ratio. ::sigh::
But I'm mostly all moved in now; just one more trip to the store for plastic bins and my work is done.
( Pictures from Casablanca, and a few from around my Dad's yard. )
The stalls of the bathroom closet to our room are decidedly NOT fat-friendly. My elbows brush either side and thank goodness the doors open out, or I'd have to stand on the toilet to get out. So, I have to go searching today for the roomiest bathroom stalls on my floor. There's GOT to be something better.
I had a dream last night in which I was all buddy-buddy with my middle school crush, Steven Robusto. I wanted to show him my tattoos. And I smiled a lot. That's all I can remember.
My day looks like this: Waste a little more time in front of the computer, get all cha-cha, go to brunch, hit up the bookstore to record names of textbooks, spend some money on half.com purchasing said textbooks, go to the store for a few more plastic storage dealies, flirt more with someone hot through Livejournal comments and maybe a dirty email... and after that, who knows?
But I'm mostly all moved in now; just one more trip to the store for plastic bins and my work is done.
( Pictures from Casablanca, and a few from around my Dad's yard. )
The stalls of the bathroom closet to our room are decidedly NOT fat-friendly. My elbows brush either side and thank goodness the doors open out, or I'd have to stand on the toilet to get out. So, I have to go searching today for the roomiest bathroom stalls on my floor. There's GOT to be something better.
I had a dream last night in which I was all buddy-buddy with my middle school crush, Steven Robusto. I wanted to show him my tattoos. And I smiled a lot. That's all I can remember.
My day looks like this: Waste a little more time in front of the computer, get all cha-cha, go to brunch, hit up the bookstore to record names of textbooks, spend some money on half.com purchasing said textbooks, go to the store for a few more plastic storage dealies, flirt more with someone hot through Livejournal comments and maybe a dirty email... and after that, who knows?
