I HAVE RETURNED!
What a long and arudous week it has been. Moving was fucking horrible, as I thought it would be. The question of the day was "Do you have towels and stuff?" What the fuck kind of question is that to ask me now, after three years on my own? What makes you suddenly wonder if I have towels? I mean, really.
The room is actually much smaller than I remember it being. My stuff barely fits in here. I currently have not even assembled the dresser that daddy bought for me, because I have NOWHERE to put it...also my entire closet it FULL of crap that I don't wear and will never use. Charming, huh? I would show you the colour of nauseating orange that it is, but the lighting in this room totally blows donkey dicks and it would not do the truly horrid colour any justice. I would probably come out a mere peach as opposed to the seizure inducing orange that it is.
Other than those small details, I totally love the new place. I love the neighbourhood, even though it is a 50 minute walk to work. The house is really comfortable, and so far no complaints about the roommates, although right now it's just the three of us, and K and I are on completely different schedules. The other new girl in the house, I really love. She's really sweet and so far we are getting along.
The place is nice. It is great to have a real kitchen and livable livingroom. I sat with K (the female one) the other day and chatted and rotted our brains watching court tv. It was totally comfortable, and totally enjoyable.
Upon talking to my mom today, she asked if I had towels (I don't get it...how did they think I was drying myself for the past 3 years???) and if I liked the new place. She was surprised to hear that I am enjoying it quite a lot.
I tried to get my new cell phone today, but because I lost my ID in the move, they want me to put down a $400 deposit. I told them to shove it. I have been with them for three years, I am signing another 3 year contract and they are worried I am gonna dick them. I haven't yet...fucking tards. I get why they do it, i'm just peeved that yet AGAIN I couldn't get everything changed over. I was so bummed I thought i might cry. Mom told me to relax and it wasn't a big deal.
In other news, the wire for my internet apparently costs $50! That's like...16.5% of what I paid for my computer! Holy christ. It's a wire. Anyway, bought that today...finally.
I also purchased $161 of new clothes for my fall wardrobe. I have never tried stuff on and had it fit so magically before. Everything I touched fit my body perfectly. Including a pair of pants that I threw in the pile, because they had a deal that if you try on pants...even if you don't buy them, you will get $5 off. Anyway, they weren't even my size, but once I got into them...magic happened.
Um, I also got my portable phone for the house, today.
Oh yeah, my addy and phone # have changed for those of you who call my house, or write me. I will e-mail the updated info as soon as I finish this. Also, in a couple weeks (once I find proper ID) my cell phone # will be changing. So please, call the house before 11pm and my cell for those middle of the night calls, which I get so frequently.
By the way, who called me at 3am the other night? I know Jenn called me at 5:19 last night, but there was a mystery 3am call the other night...Scott?
So the movie wrapped today. Well, at least the stuff they are shooting here in town. It was fucking chaos while they were filming, though. Ridiculousness. I didn't realize it would be so many people and so many...things. There were production trucks lining both sides of the street, they had one of those crans for above angle shots, and spotlights on the place they were filming in. They also had renamed the local businesses...even our busiest street in town, probably to the confusion of many summer tourists.
They had American taxi cabs, American buses with American destinations on the front...screen thing. They had American newspaper stands, and a local store was filled with Michigan U campus paraphanelia. Even though they had to close our street for a day, they were quite courteous. They offered compensation to all of the businesses on the block, for the business loss, and also asked permission to film during the third day.
The part I really hated was the ignorant locals with their jaws on the floor, gawking. Fucking gawkers. They were so desperate to see somebody famous...I went to bring the mail to the box at the end of the street, the other day, and the fucking idiots infornt of me, were stopping every other step because they thought they saw an actor. I was literally stepping on their ankles. By the third time, I was deliberately trying to hurt them when I did it, because they were pissing me off so much. I felt like yelling, "It's 2 in the fucking afternoon, do you goddamn ignorant people have nothing better to do, than try to walk trough a closed movie set in a desperate attempt to catch a glimpse of a professional actor?! Really, get a fucking life."
I mean really, how is it going to better your life any if you see an actor doing their job? GET OVER IT and let the stupid people work so that they will leave and put everything back to normal.
Our local paper had reports that Hayden Christiansen was at the Tim Horton's across from the hotel, the other morning. It's like, "no shit, the guy works 15 hour days and likes coffee. Leave him alone for crying out loud." They also reported that there had been no sightings of Sam Jackson...do you blame him? I bet every person he sees says something about motherfucking snakes on a motherfucking plane to him in a pathetic attempt to be witty...I'd be hiding out too.
Basically, long story short, it will be cool to see our little town in a big Hollywood production, but not cool enough for people to be acting the way they are...
I can't remember all of the other things I had wanted to write about, today...maybe tomorrow will be a better time for that.
Always Living A Dream
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