Awwwwww, DA! WTF! Of course one of your holiday specials has to be 20% off photo prints. Because of course I won't have my Christmas "presents" of money until afterward, so of course I'll have to pay full price for things to make my new walls not look so lame... $30! $30.50 for the two I want. But no, it'll probably be more like 40+ by the time I can.

/sigh

This journal brought to you having to lift a whole fucking shed into the back of a U-Haul truck and then take it back out and push it into a garage (not to mention having to push a car in and out of said garage that can't start so that said not-weather-tight shed could go in).

I forget, with the number of places I update journals, whether any one here has had the pleasure of hearing me endlessly bitch about how terrible this duplex is that I live in right now and how sick it's made me. If you haven't, I have enumerated some of it in this journal, along with another revelation that brought it on:

WE'RE MOVING NEXT MONTH, BITCHES!

Ahhhh, one day I'll come to burn this place to the ground and have my revenge. On the other front, this brings about something else I may not have revealed to this journal:

I've been sharing a room with my older brother since before I got out of a crib, this will be the first home in which I will have my own.

I'm 21, btw, in case you'd forgotten that. Yeah, I know. Really, it's not bad at all. If anything I'm thinking I may have to adjust to spending every night sleeping alone and not being able to have some of the hilarious conversations we have in the dark before we fall asleep.

Anyway, the other thing this brings on is that I have all of a bed, dresser, a tiny two shelf bookshelf, and some plastic totes to my name. Which is also going to change, because there's been a double wide twin, wrought iron, family heirloom bed frame waiting for me in my Great Uncle's office building's basement since I was six for when I get my own room. (The dresser is already an heirloom I got from my Great Grandmother when she moved out of her last apartment and into a nursing home a few years before she died, but it goes back to before Mamoo in Louisianna with my great great great ancestors. I think the bed frame was also great great great someone's originally, and apparently had a half canopy before it couldn't fit through a door somewhere and great great somebody took a hack saw to it and promptly lost the pieces...) But I have no bedside table, no lighting, no tv, no desk, and just as importantly no art or other things to put on the walls. It's gonna be kind of lame and bland there for a while, especially before Christmas when I can weasel things out of people. But, I'M GETTING THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YEEEAAAAYYUUUUHHHH!