packy packy~

I will now talk about moving and stuff.

I remember when we first moved into this house, my sister went up to my mom and asked, "hey, when's the lease up?" And my mom answered the usual- two years. Then my sister looked at me and was like, "Well dude, that's our moving date, two years from today!"

And it essentially is that exact date. We moved into this house right as I started my senior year, literally we packed up, went to school for a few days, moved in, went to anime vegas, and straight back to school. It was so hectic, but it was also really fun. That was the AV where I sat on a chair that someone had spilled orange soda on, and I walked around with orange soda on my ass for a few hours. It was really gross. I'm glad I could change that day. We also made paper footballs with Bonnie, and played Mafia for a good three hours in the upstairs game room with a bunch of cosplayers we barely knew. Bri cosplayed as a Hunter from Left 4 Dead. We had no time to unpack anything... It was straight into school after that!

I actually thought that point in time was really fun. It was crazy, but fun. After school started to get slower we unpacked, put up the wall and everything. We cut all of the nice long grass in the backyard so Dracula could get around without hurting his legs. The living room was actually oriented differently, the TV and cat box were on the opposite side. We switched them so it was easier for the cats, and it also made it easier to see the TV from the sofa. We got rid of so much old stuff when we moved in here. There are a lot of good memories. I graduated, James and I started dating shortly after we moved in, lots of hilarious meet-ups and sleepovers and video game escapades at three AM with our friends from EKA. Everyone visiting to help make experiments, walking to Vons and Taco Bell to dumpster dive or something, going to the corner store for sweet tarts, boxes for Transformers stands, crazy shower hairbrushes, Fallout adventures, sleeping on the living room floor with James for a few months.

The second AV we had at this house was awesome as well. It was the "I was conceived here" Anime Vegas. Xoli was staying at our house for a few days. Rave ceiling water, Bleach meetups in the middle of the hallway, shitty masquerade with the smoke detector going off in the hallway, becoming bros with Kenny McCormick in the girls' bathroom. Getting crap of the sleeve of my Transformers jacket and booking it across the hotel, flopping around on the really soft beds in Mike and Hunter's shared room. Then we came back home (best part of local conventions omg) and all sort of died.

This house never felt like "home" like the Stephanie condo did, though. When we moved in there, it was like, boom, you're home. All of our stuff was unpacked so fast, everything was all set up nice and painted, and it just immediately felt like a place I was comfortable in. The only place that's really felt homey at this house has been the bedroom that Bri and I share. That, and the makeshift bed where James and I usually sleep. There won't be "the wall" anymore, no stripper cards on the fridge, no late-night Resident Evil game marathons where one of us has to sit on the exer-bike. No more gas leak under the lawn, no more nice stoner neighbors down the street, no more white pitt bull next door. Describing this, it sounds like I live in a pretty ghetto place, huh? xD

Well, it is only a couple minutes to drive from this house to the Strip, and we'll be moving back into the nicer part of Henderson now. The apartment complex sure looked nice when we went to see it, the pool is HUUUUGE! Definately a pool party area, now I wish I was born in the summer. Cx There is one singular problem I have with the new place: my closet is tiny. I'm used to having master bedroom sized walk-in closets, so this one in a major step down. I really want to be able to set up pony shelves, because I'm worried about my collection getting damaged or melted or warped in the heat of storage, and I don't want to keep my ponies in an ugly cardboard box. A the same time, all of my clothes are fluffy and extravagant and I really need to hang them all up. I'm thinking about buying a mannequin to display coords on, then at least some of the clothes will be out and not in the closet, and I'll have a place to keep my petticoats. Right now they're sitting on an umbrella because that's the best way I can think to keep them poofy.

Okay, I'll stop ranting now. We have to crack down on packing!! After we move I will take a picture of all of my Transformers in vehicle mode. I've never had all of them transformed at once, but I figured it'd be easier to pack them as cars rather than fragile robots. Pack pack pack, let's get done~!! <33

Shitty situations.

Well, today has not been the best of days. It's pretty much been one big series of crappy situations and bad news. :[

First and least important by far, the mail was delayed in LA again and none of my orders came in. This seems really trivial and stupid compared to everything else, though.

We went to CSN today to figure out my financial situation. My sister and I filed for financial aid, submitted our FAFSA applications, and did all of that stuff on the same day, and she got all of these emails and stuff confirming that she had everything, her scholarships and pell grant and all. But I had nothing. Got no emails or anything, not even an email denying me. I seriously can't pay for all of the classes I need this semester, so we went down there to figure it all out, hoping to get it situated and sign up for all of my classes today.

Guess what? Apparently this happens to people all the time, but "the government" (wat) selected me for like a re-acceptance deal. I guess this happens to about 65% of the people who apply for aid, but they pretty much need me to re-confirm all of the stuff on my application. I know, what? Why? Of all the things, why would they require people to confirm what the submitted a second time? I was so confused. And to top it off, it takes weeks. Like a long time. I'm actually going to have to start next semester, because the only way around it is to pay a deposit that I refuse to pay (and don't really have enough for anyway, lol impulse buys) because it'd be pointless, I'd still not get into the classes I want. So, so much for CSN. :|

Next, we got home, and my mom decided that we needed to sell the Buick today before the moving situation. Now, this is only a problem because I get these weird emotional attachments to cars that I really shouldn't get. It was technically me and my sister's first car, I drove it only a few times when we got the Interceptor, but we've had it since I was really young and there are a lot of memories with it. It was my Bianca ;A;

We sold it to nice people though, a father and son who were trying to get the son a cheap first car. The battery was dead so they towed it (wtf) and I was just like. Augh. Goobye Buick -