in places no one will find. . . .

celebrity look-alike thingy results. . . who is that korean guy?!?

4 boxes left. . .

moving sucks. everybody tells you that. they don't tell you how much unpacking sucks too. i'm half tempted to just throw all these boxes out and call it good. who needs all these paper stuff anyway?. . . burn them all. . . maybe not.

but how can i unpack when lucy lawless is singing with kenny loggins and jai rodriguez is singing "back at one" with brian mcknight?. . . and who the heck writes all those stupid puns for marie osmond? and exactly what is little richard high on?. . . ahhhhh, thursday night tv. . . very distracting. all my good intentions of unpacking, gone. ta-ta.

i've moved

. . . to my new apartment. . . our new apartment i mean, hanna's and i. finally said goodbye to the old one yesterday when i turned over my keys. rather bittersweet; bitter because that was my very first apartment ever so it holds a lot of memories, and also a full size bed and free cable and internet. sweet because i now save 200 bucks a month in my new one=) you can't have it all i guess.

i'm still in the process of settling in, what with about 70% of my possessions still in boxes and suitcases all over the apartment. i still couldn't figure out how i'd fit all my stuff (i.e. clothes and shoes) anywhere. hanna and i are trying to downsize as evidenced by the big mountain of stuff right smack in the middle of our living room.

i've also been having bad dreams since moving in. probably caused by my fear of falling off the smaller bed and also by my bad shoulder. i'm sure i'll get over it.

i'm still in the lab now and i think i'm just delaying going home because i need to unpack. better accept the inevitable and leave. *sigh*

(everybody knows) it sucks to grow up. . .