I'm not gonna get into details this time, but suffice to say, Best Friend and I
got into yet another big fight over something ridiculous -- did you
ever notice that in your life? The less important something is, the more
vehemently and savagely it will be fought for/over? Then again, maybe
it's symmetrical: Civilized warfare for/over important issues/themes and
Savagery for petty issues. I dunno.
Regardless, the end
result was me spending last Friday morning moving my computer into my
already small room. Much to my chagrin, the phone jack in my room is not
connected to anything so the easy wiring job became unnecessarily
complicated to get the telephone wire into my room. Probably for the
first time in my life I wish I had a laptop...maybe the next upgrade --
do they make A/C adaptor male plugs that securely fit into the female
plug of the laptop? Best Friend's one just keeps slipping out with only the
slightest touch [insert slutty computer joke here].
My
room is essentially a slider puzzle now. In order to do anything,
something else must be moved out of the way. The arrangement I'm sure
could've been made more optimal, but wha'e'er, I just need out of her
sight to get some peace and if I can only achieve that peace by holing
myself up in my room and effectively ceding 80% of the apartment to her
for a month, then so be it.
Roommate and I made the final
arrangements securing the new apartment yesterday and it should come as
no surprise that problems are attached, hopefully all minor. I can't
help but think we should've taken the other 2BR apartment we saw
together than the one we actually got. The first thing I noticed is that
while all the keys I was given fit in the locks, none of them are
actually capable of locking/unlocking the door so new keys will have to
be made lickety-split (yes, I wrote that). The mailbox keys, however, do
work swimmingly [yes, I wrote that too]. I swear I smelt urine in the
stairwell which may not be surprising since the apartment is
open...what's to stop (hopefully) an animal from making a pitstop. The
closet door in the large bedroom still does not open...it's really stuck
good despite the fact that Roommate pointed this out when he first saw
it...I hope this isn't a sign of what is to come.
I'm gonna
go back later today to make accurate measurements, take pictures, test
the appliances/outlets/faucets, locate outlets/radiators and other
fixtures, check for insect/rodent infestation, check the
carpets/fixtures to make sure they're secure and undamaged, find out who
our the cable provider is and parking regulations for same,
etc. Despite all this, I feel like I'm gonna like this place. The
liaison to the landlord is very laid-back...almost too laid-back like
she's a con artist who's not actually employed by our Landlord (oh
yeah, and completely batty) =]. The lease explicitly forbids putting an
air-conditioner in the window, but they clearly don't care which I like
[hell, the liaison's office has one!]. The only potential real problem I
can foresee is our neighbors. I can only hope that we're not surrounded
by dickheads who will complain at the slightest noise...especially when
I stay awake all night when I'm home. I felt quite a lot of relief my
first night in my current apartment hearing the downstairs neighbor
blasting the TV at 3 a.m. I can only hope for a repeat of that and that
seems likely as our little block has a lot of tweens/teenaged kids in
it. =]
I've gotta free up some space in my current room
stat so as soon as Roommate starts moving in, I'll have to ferry some of
my smaller clutter over. I look forward to a more peaceable and
uplifting existence and even a renewed lease...I hate moving this much. I
think I'm up to ten times now :-/
Best Friend and I will
definitely need to take a break from each other. We're going to my
cousin's wedding this Saturday so I've been keeping this intention from
her. I don't intend to break all contact...just casual contact. I will
still be there for emergencies such as if she gets hospitalized or one
her (grand)parents should die, but the quotidian stuff I intend to
relegate to e-mail/AIM/MySpace until such a time as I wish to include
her again in my life more typically.
And finally, I'm
fucking tired of ants! Holy shit how many have been crawling in lately!
I've got bait stations everywhere and am now in this uneasy situation
whereby I'm no longer killing the ants on sight because I want them to
discover the other form of death I've provided them. I can't tell if
it's working yet...it's been two days and the package says to wait at
least three to begin noticing results. I'm starting to think this poison
Fipronil works a bit too well as I've been finding dead ants in
the bathtub. If they're not making it back to their nests to tell the
others about this tasty treat they've found, how am I gonna kill the
queen? Ugh...I'll just have to see what happens as the week progresses.
These ants remind me of the only thing I genuinely hate about
apartment-living: your apartment is only as clean as its dirtiest
tenant. Stupid insects...why must you be so vital to the food chain?!!
(originally posted to That Other Journal on May 12, 2009)
