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So, my dad finally came over and did some more work on the kitchen. And he did a lot. Finished off the flooring, put up the rest of the cupboard panels (which took ages since he had to shape them to fit), and put up the curtain rod.

He put up the curtain rod! And I was so happy, putting up the proper curtains and moving the old ones into the bedroom so I could double them up. Just really glad that he did more stuff and it's nearly done.

But then I step back and realise the proper curtains are all wrong. Too heavy and the wrong colour, and all one solid piece because Dad got them from a previous job and the owner was going to throw them out. The owner's windows must have been ginourmous, I swear to god. I only needed one side to stretch accross the whole window. So now I don't have curtains with a normal slit in the middle, just one solid curtain that has to be pushed towards the middle from both sides if I want to get any light at all.

It was so depressing.

But then I realised that I didn't even like the colour anyway, and let's just get the curtains I really wanted all along. I bought myself one of those home decorating magazines for inspiration, and I already know how I want my place to really look and I can't wait to get each new piece of furniture and curtains and make it just, wow. For the cheapest price of course, but that's half the fun, isn't it?

I keep having to remind myself that the only opinion that matters is mine, when it comes to my place. Who cares if Dad was able to get curtains for free? They don't work and I don't have to keep them. I can spend stupid amounts of money on new curtains if I want to. Not that I will. I'm just saying.

Here I am, going on about curtains like a shallow, inspid person. It's not so much the curtains, but what they represent. It's up to me to make a place for myself that I like living in, even though it's great to get help with it.

Okay, enough about home decorating. Geeze.

I'm actually typing this up at work, being in a weird sort of limbo at the moment. I have a temp girl now, who is great. Effecient and practical and freeing up my time to do the catching up. Except I can't do the catching up right now, 'cos the blank labels haven't come in yet, so I can't get on with doing the backlog of file creations. Fucking typical. They're supposed to arrive today and I'm just hanging out for them. You'd think they were a Christmas and birthday present one, I'm so eager.

So I'm bascially killing time at my desk and... speak of the devil. They have arrived! He literally has just plonked the labels on my desk. Right. I'm off, see you later.

I'm heeeere.

I am typing at my own computer in my own apartment after having cooked my very own dinner, bwhahaha!

Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be back to normal. Soon. Soonish.

But look! My brother came by around dinner time and hooked me up so that I could have my internet fix. Such a nice boy! Well, I did have to cook him dinner, but since I ate some it of it, that's okay. Plus he fixed up the TV. 

Good thing I decided to watch some Supernatural, and discovered the DVD wasn't plugged in for sound eh? 

Now I have all this uninterrupted time to read slash fiction, heh heh. Except for avoiding S3 Episode 1 spoilers, 'cos the first episode is a week after America's time. What part of LIVE does my TV network not understand? I don't call a week later "streamed live," people!

Still in too good of a mood to be in a snit though. I'm loving this mood, and you can bet I'll enjoy it while it lasts. Later!

*twirls*

It's so EXCITING!

I'm in the middle of moving in to my apartment, and I'm just dizzy from happiness that I'm even doing it. I've been putting books and clothes away, throwing out crap I shouldn't have packed in the first place, and deciding where everything goes. It looks like I have enough storage and the place looks just so tidy! *squee*

The best thing is that everything in there is mine, all mine, and no-one is going to come in and mess it all up. I never realised what a deeply satisfying thing that is to contemplate. I had that with my own room to some degree, but my mother could still come in and futz around, you know? She didn't, but she could have. But my apartment is my own space and no-one else's. God, I needed to be able to feel that.

The kitchen is almost finished. The flooring needs to be put down and the finishing touches need to be done to cupboards, etc. Then I can put the kitchen stuff away and that's it, thank the lord. So another two days tops, and I start living there. *squee*

There I go again.

Why people are afraid of living on their own, I don't know. This is the best thing ever!

Btw, I'm using my mum's computer, 'cos I just couldn't stay away.

Oh yeah, and I've been catching up on Season 2 of Supernatural. It's even better than Season 1. What a trip. If Season 3 is anything like what I've been watching so far, you'll be able to use me as a balloon, I will be so high after each episode.

While on the subject - Dean working on the Impala is SMOKING. Whoo boy. That man can work on my car any time.