So I got an email from my future landlord saying that the paperwork for my apartment went through and I can come December 1st with first month's rent and pick up the keys.
I'm very excited...and extremely freaked out at the same time.
Other then that I don't really know what to say. I'm really looking to just jumping into moving and getting everything setup since I think keeping busy will help me from getting anxious about everything. Like school.
Oh yes school. New school, new people, and me trying not to fuck everything up by having a nice little psychological breakdown. Did I mention that's what happened the last time I went off to school in Canada? Yeah that wasn't fun. Psychological breakdowns are never fun. Ever try explaining that you're having a psychological breakdown to someone. Like someone kind of important in your life. Yeah it never goes well.
God I'm starting to sound like Hannelore.
God now I'm starting to sound like a weirdo comparing myself to a comic character. Or would that be more in the kind-of-weird-guy-that-needs-to-get-out-more-and-make-some-new-friends type of thing.
So ok enough of the Jack has issues rambling.
I'm excited to be able to layout my apartment the way I want. Without my mother's opinion. Yes I know parents always tell their kids what they can do and can't do but you don't understand, my mother is an architect. An architect that tells other architects why they're no good at designing and laying out rooms. Maybe that's why no one really likes her. *Quietly slips away from that subject*
But hey I get to pick out a sofa and that excites me, because I mean sofas are cool. Especially in the general vicinity of a TV. Of course having a nice lady friend join you on said sofa is also nice but hey I don't really see that happening for me because...well I'm me and I refer you to the Hannelore comment above.
But I like me so lack of lady friends doesn't really bother me. I mean there is the internet, right?
Alrighty enough of me being nutty. Time to get some sleep so I can pack tomorrow.
I'm very excited...and extremely freaked out at the same time.
Other then that I don't really know what to say. I'm really looking to just jumping into moving and getting everything setup since I think keeping busy will help me from getting anxious about everything. Like school.
Oh yes school. New school, new people, and me trying not to fuck everything up by having a nice little psychological breakdown. Did I mention that's what happened the last time I went off to school in Canada? Yeah that wasn't fun. Psychological breakdowns are never fun. Ever try explaining that you're having a psychological breakdown to someone. Like someone kind of important in your life. Yeah it never goes well.
God I'm starting to sound like Hannelore.
God now I'm starting to sound like a weirdo comparing myself to a comic character. Or would that be more in the kind-of-weird-guy-that-needs-to-get-out-more-and-make-some-new-friends type of thing.
So ok enough of the Jack has issues rambling.
I'm excited to be able to layout my apartment the way I want. Without my mother's opinion. Yes I know parents always tell their kids what they can do and can't do but you don't understand, my mother is an architect. An architect that tells other architects why they're no good at designing and laying out rooms. Maybe that's why no one really likes her. *Quietly slips away from that subject*
But hey I get to pick out a sofa and that excites me, because I mean sofas are cool. Especially in the general vicinity of a TV. Of course having a nice lady friend join you on said sofa is also nice but hey I don't really see that happening for me because...well I'm me and I refer you to the Hannelore comment above.
But I like me so lack of lady friends doesn't really bother me. I mean there is the internet, right?
Alrighty enough of me being nutty. Time to get some sleep so I can pack tomorrow.
btb4:
Gratz...I think? 