The Avengers was awesome! Go see it… now! Speaking of The Avengers, I won some free concessions (two drinks & a popcorn) to the theater I saw it in from their Facebook page. The manager looks at my name and looks at me and says you look familiar. You’ve won this before? Yep, I’ve won their contests about four times. It seems like all I do is win. LOL. Guess I won’t be winning anymore. Well, I could still win but I won’t be able to actually use the prize. Now I have to find a new theater to frequent (pretty much a new everything for that matter). I’m really going to be sad about the lack of free screenings. I’ve turned down more here than I actually attended but my new location doesn’t seem to have as many. I had a pass to see Battleship last night. I just wasn’t motivated or had the energy to do it so I guess I’ll have to see it later and come out of pocket.
The movers have been hired and damn they wanted a LOT of money. *sigh* The messed up thing is that it will take them up to two weeks to actually deliver the furniture to the new place. Well, that’s the first messed up thing I suppose. The second is that they will pack up the stuff between the 29th and the 31st. If they pick up the furniture and stuff early then I supposed I can leave sooner but I’ll still need a hotel or something until my actual move-in date. This should be fun. I guess there’s an inflatable mattress in my future. I also think I’ll be taking my TV with me instead of having them ship it so I’m not completely bored out of my mind in my empty room. Maybe I should write a blues song. LOL. I should probably take some (or all) of my movies with me as well. I still have a lot of packing to do.
I donated some clothes that got picked up today. Less stuff I have to pack. Woohoo! Now I need to wait for someone to come and pick up the items I don’t want. I’m seeing some progress but I guess it’s just my nature to want to see more progress and to see it now. I still find it a little hard to believe that in roughly two weeks I’ll be living in a new city and new state. I was asked yesterday if I was nervous. It feels kind of weird to say but as the date gets closer I feel almost equally nervous and excited. Sometimes the scales tips a little more in one direction but for the most part it’s about equal. I’m hoping it’s a new start regardless and that’s how I’ve been looking at it.
Originally, I was going to visit two cities during the trip. I guess I’m okay with the fact that didn’t happen. After all the driving I did to get to my destination I just didn’t have it in me to try to fit Atlanta in too. The funny thing is I actually had a better plan of what to do for Atlanta. I was okay with moving to Atlanta especially since I thought my mom and sister would probably like it more but in the end things work out how they work out. *shrugs* We ended up staying an extra day to take another look at a place we’d visited previously. They didn’t have an apartment ready to view that day and the lady at the leasing office was supposed to call us to schedule a visit. She never did and honestly we looked at so many places we couldn’t remember which one we were supposed to visit until after we were back in Michigan. The whole trip was looking like a bust. My mom suggested we look at the places we liked most one more time before hitting the road.
Three days ago 30 day notice was given and by the end of the month, I will be a former Michigander/Michiganian. My favorite place won out. *celebratory booty dance* There’s so much to do and so little time to do it. I’m been wishing for the packing fairy and the o.c.d. cleaning fairy to make an appearance but so far neither have answered my pleas. I’m looking forward to having a new address, changing my number, and being a little more mysterious for a little while. Not really looking forward to getting a new license, plates, and finding new doctors. Hell, I pretty much have to find a new everything. That could be exciting or annoying but I’m going to go with exciting for the moment. The plan is to stay in the new place for about year while getting to know the area and looking at more places. That sounds like a good plan of action to me. It sucks that I’ll have to move again in about a year but a local move will be a lot easier than one cross country. My sister is also probably going to come down next year so the whole family will be here. Hopefully, some of her hot friends will visit as well. What?!
You know what’s messed up? Once I was almost out of the state I found one of those apartment finder guides that had a lot of places I might have liked. I also found a bunch of stuff a few days ago on Craigslist of all places. I hate it when I find new information about something after I’ve already committed to a decision. It sucks!
Monday started off the actual search for a place to live. Over the next several days we looked at about a dozen and a half places. After awhile the places just started blending together. I honestly couldn’t distinguish between a lot of the places. I really wasn’t keen on looking at apartments even though I knew it was a possibility. I’m just burned out on people living above me. I’ve had some dumbasses and straight assholes living above me and the one thing I insisted on was no one above me. On previous visits I’ve notice that a lot of apartments there tend to be low rises with three floors. I also found out that these building don’t tend to have elevators. During the move, that shouldn’t affect me to much though I feel kind of sorry for the movers. Hey, I’m not doing that shit. Just don’t have it in me now to lug all that shit up three flights of stairs, into the apartment, and have to set everything up when it’s over. Nope!
Several places I couldn’t even find on my GPS. Apparently, my GPS doesn’t like street names in apartment/townhouses/rental communities. I have to search for them a little differently, basically, I have to do it by zip code first instead of just entering the address outright. Maybe it’s a TomTom thing because I never had that problem with my Garmin. One thing that really bothers me is that these places tend to have tons of pictures of the club house and either none or a couple of the actual place you’re looking to rent. Seriously? I’m not living in the clubhouse and I doubt I’ll be hanging there everyday so why do this? Another issue we encountered a lot was people not having a model or similar apartment to look at. While I do have a pretty good imagination when it comes to visualizing chicks naked or in their underwear it doesn’t quite translate to living spaces. I need something to wrap my mind around.
I checked out one place that had a nice floor plan. The clubhouse was also very nice looking. The guy who saw us though, he just seemed insincere, smarmy, and kind of a con. They had bullshit fees for pretty much anything. I’m surprised we didn’t get charged just for the privilege of him talking to us. You can tell it’s a bullshit fee when they can’t explain what the fee is actually about. While he was stammering and trying to confuse us with verbosity I remembered some of the charges we added on when I prepared taxes. I really had to stop myself from screaming bullshit! I had to do that a few times during my search. It was a waste of time. He didn’t have any places ready to show, wasn’t sure he’d have any by the time I need to move, and he was still trying to hustle and get us to apply. I could’ve been in and out in less than five minutes but my mom’s friendly ass kept chatting with him. I will give them points for actually having some pictures of their apartments. Unfortunately, they were laughably poor pictures. They would’ve benefited from better lighting, hell any lighting. Turn on the light or use a flash! Considering it was the most expensive place the lack of pictures, preparedness, and the amount of fees made me glad it wasn’t chosen. I could only imagine how much they’d nickel and dime your ass when you tried to move. No thanks!
Got back last night from my house hunting trip. *exhales* I’m still tired. I think I put almost 1700 miles on Pussy during that trip. Pussy is what I call my truck, Big Red is the clean name I refer to her as sometimes. The night before we left, my mom and I attended a fashion show my sister was involved in. My sister designed some clothes that were modeled in the show for a fashion class she’s taking. Her designs were some of the best and that’s not even because she’s my sister either. Some of the models used in the show were rather unfortunate looking and should not do the whole pouty face, mean mugging thing. No ma’am! Anyway, after deciding against leaving for the trip directly after the show it was decided that we’d leave early in the morning. By early, I mean before the ass crack of dawn. I woke up a little before four am and we were on the road by about 4:30 am. Not even going to lie, I wish I would’ve had a few hours more sleep at least. I was too damned tired, though more sleep probably wouldn’t have helped. My problem is that the trip is boring and I tend to be the driver. I hate being bored. Often times when I can’t alleviate my boredom in any other way I tend to go to sleep because you can’t be bored when you’re asleep. Unfortunately, one also can’t be asleep and driving so for a few hours I was battling myself on several different fronts. A lot of highways, especially outside of the major cities aren’t really well lit. Tired + bored + dark + cold = a bunch of different things tag-teaming my ass. I have never been so happy to see the sun come up in my life. Once the sun came up I got a little energy and woke up a bit.
Of course, everything was sunny when the sun came up. About three and half hours into the trip I had a blowout on the Ohio Turnpike. The ride wasn’t feeling right. First I thought it might have just been the patch of road we were on because parts of it is rather rough. However, even when the road was a bit smoother my SUV was still driving funny. It didn’t quite feel like a flat because when you have a flat the ride is a lot rougher but something still wasn’t right. I was in the left most lane and got over the right shoulder to inspect the tire. It still wasn’t flat really, however, my driver’s side rear tire looked like Freddy Krueger ran his glove along the upper tread and shredded the fuck out of it! The tire was smoking, parts of it appeared to be missing, and driving any further on it wasn’t even an option. *sigh* I told my mom what was going on and we decided to call roadside assistance. In normal circumstances I could’ve changed the tire. Hell, if I absolutely had to then I would’ve but I’m not trying to change a flat on the shoulder of the Ohio Turnpike. Several vehicles had already come a little too close to us and I’ve seen too many stories of people getting hit while on the shoulder due to drivers not paying attention. Nope, let roadside assistance handle it and take the risk. It took about 90 minutes before the tow truck driver finally showed up. Before that we were greeted by an Ohio State Trooper and the Ohio Department of Transportation. Both very friendly and checked up on us but I’d rather have someone changing the tire then asking questions, you know?
The tow truck drive showed up looked at my license plate and said, “Oh man, Michigan?” You see Ohio State & the University of Michigan have a very intense rivalry. LOL. Apparently the state trooper and the OH DOT called a different tow company, even though we told them our person was on the way. The other driver showed up after our tow was about half way through with the job. He looked disappointed and a little pissed but oh well. Ours was free and who knows what the other guy would’ve charged. The spare was a little low on air but the driver said it should get us to the next service area. He couldn’t give us any air because of some policy/agreement/bullshit ass regulation between his company and the insurance company. I’ll definitely be investing in a portable air compressor by this summer at the latest. Outside of getting a flat one of the most stressful things is driving around hoping you can find a gas station or tire place to put some air in your tires. Fortunately, the next service area wasn’t far away and after a few stumbles we figured out the correct tire pressure needed and off we went. The tire didn’t look so hot as it’s been under my truck for six years but it got us to our destination fine. I know, next time I’m definitely going to get an inspection before I leave.
Posted on Wednesday, April 18th, 2012 @ 3:45 pm by Freaky Deaky. Categories: Videos.
Gangsta Panda amuses me. Allegedly, he reminds someone of me. Fuck your remindings!!! Don’t listen to Gangsta Panda on speakers at work. You’re welcome.
I haven’t posted anything in a minute. Sorry about that. There really isn’t a whole lot going on. Still it would be nice to have a post from the month of April so voila! Hey, I never said it was going to be a great post. LOL!
Gas isn’t quite that high but it’s still high enough to make the above caption true. With that said I’d really like to “chill” with someone soon.
I think I’m going to bite the bullet and resubscribe to satellite radio. I reactivated my satellite radio. Six months for $25 plus tax and fees. When that offer expires I’ll cancel and hopefully get the same offer again. You should not be paying full price for it. I can’t imagine all the driving I’m going to be doing and having to search for something good to listen to and I’m not trying to unpack my CDs or listen to my mother’s. The funny thing is there’s a particular part in my journey where satellite signals just taps out. The GPS and satellite radio will go crazy. As for my cell phone, I won’t have to worry about 4G or 3G signals I’ll be lucky for GPRS. I hate driving in that area. It’s beautiful but besides thinking of rockslides and being raped my crazed mountain men who like my soft, perty lips, if anything happens to you it’s going to be a minute before you get some help. My trip got pushed back a day so my mom can see my sister’s fashion show. Her class, as part of a project, is designing clothes for a fashion show. Maybe I can hit on some up and coming models.
I always get a bit confused with my blogiversaries. Mainly because I can’t decide which I should actually celebrate. See 11 years ago today I published my first ever blog post. You’d think that would be it, right? March 30th is my blogiversary. Yeah, not so much. My Diaryland blog was… I don’t know, an experiment or maybe a learning experience? Who knows. I was curious about this new-ish phenomenon called blogging so I wanted to give it a try. It was new and innocent before I developed my intense hatred and contempt of lurkers. Hell, after I found out about stat counters and installed one I was just excited that anyone took the time to read about my insignificant little life. I didn’t care about getting comments or added to anyone’s blogroll either. It was literally things I would jot down in a diary or journal if I actually had one. Well, I did for awhile but typing is so much easier and more convenient than writing that once I got my first computer that paper and pen shit was a wrap!
It’s funny looking back at those entries sometimes. I had a tumultuous/passionate love/hate thing going on with Mistress, who ended up becoming my girlfriend at the time. My first long distance relationship. I decided that year that I was going to be more blunt and open with people about things they did that displeased me. I also started to embrace and explore some of my kinks like BDSM. My mom lost her mind and dated the biggest loser ever! I wish I could scrub my brain and forget about his worthless ass. I can very particular with my words at times and oftentimes people don’t realize that I mean them as the most sincerest form of insult possible. I truly felt he was without worth and beneath my mother in pretty much every way imaginable. If dude was laying on the side of the road on fire and my bladder was painfully full, I wouldn’t even piss on his ass. Honestly, I don’t think I’m capable of liking any man my mom would love. She knows this and my sister knows it. Still, I’m not a complete monster. I wanted her to find some happiness and he seemed nice enough. Who am I to deny that? I have a critical eye, hell, some may say heart. I observe everything and everyone that may affect me and mine, even if I like you. I look for your weaknesses, flaws, masks, and anything you might be hiding from me, it’s my nature. Anything you don’t want to tell me is always what I’m going to go out of my way to dig up and expose. If you had just told me in the first place I probably would’ve found it somewhat unremarkable and moved on. Now imagine how I’d observe you if I don’t like you. Of course, I’ve had issues with males for most of my life and I can be possessive and territorial of anything or anyone I consider mine so I asked my sister to keep her eyes open. Once we were both on the same page that he was a loser, he didn’t stand a chance.
I was trying to mess with several chicks at the time. Only one of them, Ms. Black & Wild is still around. Seems like one of us always ends up dropping off the face of the Earth for awhile before finding our way back to each other. She says I can’t get rid of her. Maybe that’s the universe’s way of saying she’s meant to be in my life. Sometimes I wonder what a relationship between us would’ve been like but then I remember that we’re both kind of hoeish and I don’t think I could or would want to handle someone like me on a regular basis. What?! I acknowledge and embrace my hypocrisy. Not saying it couldn’t ever work but there’d have to be a lot of ground rules laid down from the get go and a leap of faith in the trust department. I’m running really low on that (trust) as of late. Well, even lower than usual.
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