Yesterday, I checked out of room 1226 of Campion Hall, effectively moving out of college dorms forever. It was unceremonious and hectic and amazing.
Living in an apartment is the shit. Living in this apartment is the shit. I have a fantastic view, it’s sunny, it’s huge, I have a gigantic comfy queen-sized IKEA bed. Living without schoolwork is something I feel like I haven’t felt in too long, and it’s wondrous. All we’ve done the past two days is play Halo 2, drink beer, and grill hamburgers and hot dogs. It’s pretty much the shit. Also, Seattle finally wised up and realized it’s June and the sun came out. It’s seventy-something.
I don’t even mind that I have work tomorrow. Because my job is the shit. I get paid hella dollars to go in for four hours and do uncomplicated tasks and I enjoy my coworkers, supervisors, and the overall feel of the office.
I guess you could say I love my job. A first. Too bad it took four jobs to do it.
I got my debit card situation settled, and I ordered a new computer. When that arrives later this week, you’ll see more regular posts from me, when I won’t have to use Rachel’s to do this.
In any case, I have couches, a big bed, futons, floors and sleeping bags. What I’m trying to say is, come visit. Plz?