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splinteredstar) wrote2015-08-23 07:08 pm
splinteredstar) wrote2015-08-23 07:08 pm
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Am now in my college apartment! Moving in was, in polite terms, An Adventure.
Flailed over packing - as always - and managed to stick everything in my mom's car and mine. ("why do i have so many boooooks") twenty minutes into the drive, right before the highway my tire blew out.
It was Saturday and in the middle of nowhere, so any help would take... a long time to get there. It was also high noon on the side of the fucking road, and I had no idea when check in closed.
Mother was a godsend, trying to find somewhere open that had the tire we needed and also keeping me from panicking on the side of the road. Eventually, a very kind man - volenteer firefighter I think - stopped and helped us change the tire. (Apparently the nuts were on very tightly.) Then I drove on a donut somewhere that had a tire - but only had one dude working, and so it was gonna be a two hour wait. (We did groceries in mom's car while we waited. )
Tire changed, almost to campus (driving on a tense ankle, because fuck my body, seriously) and my trunk popped open! I don't think I lost anything.
Finally moved in, met my roommate - she's adorable, btw. Theatre major and disney nerd. There's fandom shit all over my bedroom and this time, only half of it is mine. She complimented me on my glittery skull mug that I use to keep my make up in.( She might be on the line between adorably twee and the sort of twee that makes me want to hit her with a brick, though that may be entirely dependant on how grumpy I feel that day. )
She told me she has an anxiety disorder, I mentioned I have my own and told her if there's anything I need to do to make it easier, let me know.
I think we'll get along fine.
As I was putting things away, I was thinking "...gosh, everything smells like sesame oil...." I later found a bottle of it that I'd forgotten! which had come open in the car. So my car and half my silverware was covered in the stuff.
One thing after another, gosh.
Flailed over packing - as always - and managed to stick everything in my mom's car and mine. ("why do i have so many boooooks") twenty minutes into the drive, right before the highway my tire blew out.
It was Saturday and in the middle of nowhere, so any help would take... a long time to get there. It was also high noon on the side of the fucking road, and I had no idea when check in closed.
Mother was a godsend, trying to find somewhere open that had the tire we needed and also keeping me from panicking on the side of the road. Eventually, a very kind man - volenteer firefighter I think - stopped and helped us change the tire. (Apparently the nuts were on very tightly.) Then I drove on a donut somewhere that had a tire - but only had one dude working, and so it was gonna be a two hour wait. (We did groceries in mom's car while we waited. )
Tire changed, almost to campus (driving on a tense ankle, because fuck my body, seriously) and my trunk popped open! I don't think I lost anything.
Finally moved in, met my roommate - she's adorable, btw. Theatre major and disney nerd. There's fandom shit all over my bedroom and this time, only half of it is mine. She complimented me on my glittery skull mug that I use to keep my make up in.( She might be on the line between adorably twee and the sort of twee that makes me want to hit her with a brick, though that may be entirely dependant on how grumpy I feel that day. )
She told me she has an anxiety disorder, I mentioned I have my own and told her if there's anything I need to do to make it easier, let me know.
I think we'll get along fine.
As I was putting things away, I was thinking "...gosh, everything smells like sesame oil...." I later found a bottle of it that I'd forgotten! which had come open in the car. So my car and half my silverware was covered in the stuff.
One thing after another, gosh.