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Articles: Movin' on up... |
Posted by
bettie_x on Wednesday, October 03, 2001 - 11:04 AM PST
We finally moved out of the crackerbox....
To all who've managed to cram and unreasonable amount of shit into a ridiculously tiny area, you understand what I mean.
My fiance moved into creepy E-13 two years ago....a small, odd bachelor pad of his very own. We would comando crawl up to the sliding glass door and take pictures of the dumpster divers, lie in bed all night and listen to the neighbor girl and her mother have yet another common knock down drag out, and as the dumpster was just below our window, we could just toss our trash and xmas trees out the window.
*sniff* memories...that godawful tofu pumpkin pie I tried to make for thanksgiving...falling down the stairs in the dark every other day...having odd miscelaneous neighborkids knock on my door and run in when I opened it, having the same kids wander in through an unlocked door and getting the holy piss scared out of them by my fiance (he does a great frankenstein lurch...*grin*) , poppy having her suprise litter of five rats, stella's death....
We just finally got a place for the both of us when they tried to raise the rent to $575. A ridiculous sum for the size apartment we were in...plus they started charging us water..not per unit, you see, but dividing the total water bill between the whole building tenents...and you KNOW that there are people not on the lease down the way blowing their nose and flushing the kleenex in toilet...anyway, I digress.
I had no idea we had so much crap. NO IDEA.
I borrowed my dad's flatbed and started to haul....BIG STUFF...by myself, as my fiance and his sister and herboyfried were packing boxes into their cars while I was off in hickland acquiring the truck. They were not there when I arrived, so thought to myself "hey, I can get a matress and box spring and rolled up carpet upstairs by myself".
I'm a retard.
I did it, mind you, I'm suprisingly strong for my size, but jesus christ, it was stupid. I about killed myself in the process, though. I also attempted to get a metal futon frame down a flight of stairs alone, trying to tetertotter it down the last flight and almost dropping the damned thing, but let it rest on the open door instead.
We started at 10am. We ended at 5:30 am. I got in bed at 6:30 am. Got up at 7 and went to work for 8 hrs, didn't get to bed until 3:30am.
The funny thing is, I wasn't tired at all. When I arrived at work, it was like groundhog's day (you know, the movie with bill muray)...my body just reset and it was like the day before hadn't happened. Granted, I was seeing things, a little distracted, a little crazy and stupid, but I was good! I really was!
I began to wonder how long I could go without sleep. I know that if you go so long, you go nuts and die. I decided to doubt this theory, test this theory, then decided then that I really MUST need a nap, because I was, in fact, going bonkers.
Luckily I've had today and the next off, and things are taking shape, and I've gotten a good long nap inbetween box dodging...
We were sad when we were done cleaning the empty apartment. It seemed so lonely, naked, abandoned....when we turned off the light and locked the door for the last time I got a sniffy...and when we drove away I broke down in tears, realizing that I had left without saying goodbye to little stella, lonely in her grave beneath my old kitchen window where I would blow kisses to her every night.
I hope she forgives me.
It was strange, all that excitement over a new bigger place turning murky with sadness and believe it or not, homesickness.
Maybe I'm just wierd, or maybe I'm just tired and need to go back to bed and leave this incoherant article to it's own devices, but I felt the need to share....
thanks for listening :)
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Re: Movin' on up...
by Schizo on Oct 03, 2001 - 05:10 PM
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I don't think you're wierd. I felt the same way when I moved from my little apartment to the cottage last week. My boyfriend and I were giving the place a final cleaning, and it seemed so sad, even though I love the new place. So much happened to me in that apartment. It was my first very own place. I changed from a raw kid to a grown-up there.
And the worst thing is, I didn't even get to say goodbye to the place. Before we were done cleaning, my parents showed up with some stuff from Pennsylvania that I asked them to bring me. So I had to leave my boyfriend there to finish the cleaning and take my parents over to the cottage. I never ended up going back to the old place.
But the cool thing is, my cottage feels like home, right away. It's home in a way that the apartment never was. It reminds me of the place I lived until I was 12, it reminds me of the Bible School I went to for 3 years, and besides, it's my boyfriend's home as well as mine, whereas the apartment was more mine, with his stuff just put on top of mine.
The only real problem so far is, we can't figure out how to turn on the furnace!!!
Last night, for the full moon, we lit a fire in the firepit and toasted marshmallows. Today I went walking in the woods after work and found a little pond in a clearing. I sure as hell couldn't do that in my apartment in the middle of town.
But I still miss the setting of my memories.
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Re: Movin' on up... by bettie_x (strangersangel@hotmail.com) on Oct 05, 2001 - 11:45 PM (User info | Send a Message) http://bettie_x.tripod.com/strangeasangels/ | I can always find out how to turn on a furnace. I'm always cold..I'll find a way.
It seems to me that no matter how scrunched the first place was, it's still home. It was strange, and then realizing I said goodbye without saying goodbye to stella, and that's what finally got to me. I think a trip by that place is in order to set things right..
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Re: Movin' on up... by Schizo on Oct 07, 2001 - 06:48 AM (User info | Send a Message) | What's really awful, is that, while moving, both my letters to my boyfriend and his to me disappeared. So now I feel like all my memories of that time have been dissected.
But in a way, it's not bad, and I don't miss the place at all. I hated living in town. I wasn't myself at all there. Now that I'm living in the woods I'm getting my old personality back, and it's great. I may have lost those 2 years, but I gained back the 23 or so before that. Especially since now I have room for all my old stuff that had been sitting in my grandma's attic gathering dust. And I have a feeling I'll make new and better memories here. |
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Re: Movin' on up... by bettie_x (strangersangel@hotmail.com) on Oct 08, 2001 - 11:13 PM (User info | Send a Message) http://bettie_x.tripod.com/strangeasangels/ | I know...I like the woods, but I lived in the sticks most of my life, and I like being near conveniences and activites...I don't exactly live in the city, any more than I did in the last place, but it's an apartment...close to a store, and the freeway which cuts about 10 min off my drive. I like to visit the woods. They sort of freak me out. All sorts of things in them, all dirty, dark. I'm afraid of the dark. Even though I lived in the middle of the woods with my parents since fifth grade, I always HATED having to, on the rare occasion, walk that dark curvy wooded driveway at night. I would actually run, which is RARE from me. I was attacked by three dogs two weeks ago, and I didn't even run, just shoved my little holly dog in my hoodie, turned, and kicked a lunging mastiff in the chops, then in the ribs as the two smaller ones took off. THen put down my dog and walked home.
Nothing scares me like the woods. I can't even camp without a panic attack. All that dark nasty stuff and those nasty nature type beasties like squirells and coyotes and hell knows what else just crawling around out there without pants or innoculations....
Couldn't live out there. I'm at peace when I have to insulate my windows to drown out traffic...but then there are those people...dammit, will I never be safe?
I'm gonna go board up my windows and put waterballoons above all the doors..be back later.
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Re: Movin' on up... by Schizo on Oct 09, 2001 - 02:36 PM (User info | Send a Message) | Funny girl! Who would have ever thought that fiery Bettie would be so scared!
I love the woods, day or night! I've been known to have conversations with squirrels, and to walk within 5 feet of a small herd of deer, with them completely aware of my presence. And I never get lost. I have a strong internal compass, I guess.
There are paths and paths and paths behind my house, and I think I've explored about 80% of them so far. There's a pond out there, and a little shack, and a big field, and a sand pit. And you can walk to my boyfriend's mother's cemetary without having to set foot on pavement until you reach the side of the road opposite it. |
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Re: Movin' on up... by bettie_x (strangersangel@hotmail.com) on Oct 12, 2001 - 01:29 AM (User info | Send a Message) http://bettie_x.tripod.com/strangeasangels/ | OOOhhh, I HATE being in the woods at night...I get so goddamned lost so easy.
My fiance and I went to a batwalk at beaver creek in issaquah washington (the sticks of the sticks if you can't tell by the name)
We made it there fine, but who the hell told ME that beasties come out and change street signs when the sun goes down? We ended up on HWY 101 that was nothing but hours and hours of straight, lightless, habitationless road smushed between mile high trees and mountains. We were driving for HOURS. LITERALLY. I was like "If I just keep going straight we'll find something eventually...right?"
Silence was his reply *cringe*
We finally made it out thanks to the one and only open gas station in the area.
I'm a big assed chicken shit. I slept with a nightlight until a few years ago, and I STILL sleep with my baby blanket wrapped around my face. I dont' go ANYWHERE in the dark...even to the dumpster. Who KNOWS what's out there *cringe*
I pick my battles with things I can see, 'cause if I can see it, I can punch it.
I remember once at spencer's, we were closing down, and we had these stupid talking morris the cat animals, and I was stocking a shelf and all of a sudden behind me I heard a voice, so I flailed around and threw and killer left, and this poor little orange stuffed kitty when FLYING across the room. I thought the associate I was closing with was going to piss his pants.
I even get freaked out when I'm nervous by the ouiji board I hung on the wall over my toilet.
Fiery bettie is a CHICKEN SHIT!
THe bats out of the bag now... |
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I just moved too!
by ickgirl on Oct 04, 2001 - 09:05 AM
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...on Tuesday.
How are your pets adjusting? Mine seem to be freaking out.
(side note: devin, we need to talk about girlkitty, she's turning into a TRAMP).
Bettie, last night when I was putting together the bed (by myself) I thought of you. I nearly flung the boxspring through a window!!
Since I've been out on my own (about 7 years), I've moved every year - and each place I've lived I've cleaned spotless and said goodbye.
I'm going back this weekend to the old place to take care of that - we'll have to wait and see how emotional that gets...
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Re: I just moved too! by bettie_x (strangersangel@hotmail.com) on Oct 05, 2001 - 11:51 PM (User info | Send a Message) http://bettie_x.tripod.com/strangeasangels/ | Aw, how nice, though I would like to be remembered while doing something NICER than tossing a box spring out the window :)
I don't know how I did it...I'm only 5'2" and 115lbs and somehow I dragged the full size fucking matress AND boxspring up a flight of stairs by myself. I am really good at putting things together and taking them apart, so that wasn't bad, but it was the HAULING the fucking things that got me after the fact....like the next day when I couldn't move. I'm having my first halloween party in the new place, so I'll start making memories right away...and this is OUR first place...the last one was just my shit on top of his, now it's ours. My name is on half of everything, I pull my wieght, and it's sort of scary, but it's a good kind of scary.
and we have sooo much room! We can spread out our stuff! I didn't know what to do with all this space! And I'm left wondering how we got all this crap into the first apartment.... |
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About to travel the same route
by Anonymous-Coward on Oct 04, 2001 - 12:23 PM
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It is just a matter of a count down in the hours when I will be leaving from Florida to Washington D.C. to find my new home.
One good thing, there will be no sad goodbyes for me here, all has been a bad nightmare since I arrived. But the one thing I am experiencing is fear..all the "what if's" are coming into play and pondering in my mind in the wee hours of the night.
Two months ago, I was so excited, now I am questioning my positions, it is strange. Two months ago when I received the phone call from my future employer, I thought to myself how lively my surroundings would be, but then, September 11th changed all of that..when I walk into my new job at the Pentagon, I feel as though I am going to re-live the incident over and over of September 11th, the walls will echo the residual of what once was, a constant aching reminder. *sighs* So much sadness to what should have been a great new beginning. I tell myself that I will and can over come that.
Then there is the whole moving ordeal..spending all day packing and loading a u-haul and making that 17 hour drive..but I'll be smoking the tires on the way out. Strange how you can have so many mixed emotions with a simple change of residence, isn't it?
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Re: About to travel the same route by bettie_x (strangersangel@hotmail.com) on Oct 05, 2001 - 11:44 PM (User info | Send a Message) http://bettie_x.tripod.com/strangeasangels/ | you are going to work in the pentagon? oooh, I can imagine how frightening that would be....a lot like going back to school in colorado after the massacre, I would imagine.
Nothing will ever be the same...let's just hope this little bit of history we can avoid repeating...
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OUTRAGE!!
by bettie_x (strangersangel@hotmail.com)
on Oct 05, 2001 - 11:57 PM
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Okay, new place.
New hassle.
I have old style pin up girl stickers on my car. Two lucky 13 ones, one outline of a girl in cat ears and a bikini, and two betty page air fresheners. I have a leopard print steeringwheel cover, and it's obviously a girls car by the shoes and trash and makeup strewn amongst the seats.
I am driving today and realize there's something on my window. A piece of tape with something written on it.
As I'm causing a traffic hazard attempting to read it backwards (you could see through it), I deciphered the words: "this _insults_ women".
I about crashed my fucking car! I am so mad!
I showed my boyfriend, and he laughed, saying it was "ludicrous" and we were wondering who would have put something so retarded on my window. It was parked right in front of our building, so it has to be someone there. He called the apartment manager today and she flipped out "who would do something like that!? You are such nice people!" She told him to have me bring it in tomorrow, and to keep an eye out for people giving me dirty looks or anything, so I don't know what they are going to do about it, but I'm considering posting a note myself on my own windshield....a nasty one.
Can you believe this shit?! I'M a fucking girl, and I like LOOKING at pretty girls. I HOPE some anal rotten ugly bitch finds it insulting, because it saves me the trouble of tracking her ho-bag ass down and saying it to her face!I'm so angry...... ~
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Re: Movin' on up... by bettie_x (strangersangel@hotmail.com) on Oct 06, 2001 - 12:57 PM (User info | Send a Message) http://bettie_x.tripod.com/strangeasangels/ | you at least have something to move to, going home is always good (sometimes), and you have a plan, I assume? They just tried to raise our rent, so we just moved to where our money would be worth it, not very far, but it IS closer to work, though...and we have a washer and dryer. Finally. No more dirty alien man paws rifling through my skivies anymore, unless it's michael, but that's okay :)
no, seriously, he went to check on my laundry and there was a man going through my fucking underwear! Seriously! He just sort of dropped them and ran.
I washed them again. I don't wanna think about where else those hands were before they were on my friggin UNDERWEAR!
*shriek*
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Re: Movin' on up... by Schizo on Oct 07, 2001 - 06:39 AM (User info | Send a Message) | Eeeeeeeeeew!!!!!
I know what you mean about laundromats. Clothes are too personal to trust to the nefarious designs of strangers. Especially underwear!
I have to use a laundromat, too. And unfortunately, my boyfriend's ex works there. I have to time my laundry days for when she won't be working, so I won't have to risk her pawing through our stuff. She'd do it, too. And probably try to take something for a spell, likely as not. I don't trust her further than I can see her, and not even as far as that!
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Re: Movin' on up... by bettie_x (strangersangel@hotmail.com) on Oct 08, 2001 - 11:16 PM (User info | Send a Message) http://bettie_x.tripod.com/strangeasangels/ | oh, it IS! We do laundry just for fun, so we can just let it sit there because we don't have to do anything to it. I'm sure the novelty will wear off when we get our water bill...
What a rotten bitch. You should do something mean with a shovel.
Or I could...for a price :)
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Re: Movin' on up... by Schizo on Oct 09, 2001 - 02:19 PM (User info | Send a Message) | I'd do something mean with a shovel to her, but I'd have to stoop to her level to reach her!
What I'd love to do is to find a spell or something that would make all men see her as the disgusting hag she is inside, instead of the smiling girl with the model's body and the flirty looks. That would serve her exactly right. |
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