mizzmarvel: (MLP Rainbow's 20% cooler - boxofdoomage)
The rest of my stuff got delivered today! And with that, my move is complete. Except for all the boxes I have to unpack. Of which I have completed...part of three.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've been doing a whole lot of nothing all day, and it's thoroughly exhausted me. I need to go get reacquainted with my mattress, which hasn't felt so comfortable since the day it was first delivered.
mizzmarvel: (garth claps - cinnamongraphic)
I'M FINALLY IN MY APARTMENT OMG.

Internet and cable are hooked up (I can afford cable here, yay), Mayflower's scheduled to deliver the rest of my stuff on Saturday, and my cat is stuck to my like glue until her moving insecurity goes away. Also, the more I look at the couch and tables I bought earlier this month, the more I love them. It's nice to not regret buying things you dipped into your savings to buy.

Sorsha is digging her claws into the couch as I type. I take this to mean she approves.
mizzmarvel: (scrooge - iconomicon)
Yesterday I spent about a billion dollars (in other words, ~$250) buying essentials for my apartment, because I'm ludicrous and didn't own things like a stove pot or forks. And since I'm moving into it later today (OR ELSE), I should probably be able to have implements with which to cook food and then shovel it into my mouth.

I have to say, between that spending spree, buying furniture, and the fact I'll also be handing a check over to Time Warner for Internet/cable tomorrow, looking at my bank account makes me very sad. I need to keep telling myself that this is why I save money.

Oh, and by the way, the latest Dimestore Dame is one of Asgard's strongest warriors, Sif!
mizzmarvel: (johnny storm - insanity_calls)
I was very busy today.

First of all, I finally got to see my new apartment. I was told I'd be able to move in today, which was true as long as I didn't need unscratched kitchen countertops or a working bathroom. Needless to say, I said I had no problem waiting; the new move-in date is Tuesday at the earliest and Thursday morning at the latest.

But! It's nice? And has like three big closets, which makes someone used to NYC apartments like me positively swoon, plus a little storage area, and crazy semi-shag brown carpet. It so excited me that we zoomed right over to Furniture Fair, where I bought a couch, coffee table, and end table, all to be delivered on Friday. Buying living room furniture makes me feel incredibly old.

But the fact that these are major purchases (albeit at a big discount -- thanks, tent sale!) and I don't regret them at all is a good sign. Usually, I hem and haw over the tiniest of purchases for about a million years. Next up -- dinnerware, flatware, and bathroom stuff. The fact I don't own the basics is ludicrous. How old am I again?
mizzmarvel: (marvel girls - icon_teahouse)
Late-breaking Dimestore post because, um, I totally forgot about it in my haste to finish packing and meet Drake Bell yesterday. Ironically, it's been ready to go for over a week now. But anyway, in honor of Independence Day this Monday, we bring you the first of two All-American super-women: Miss America.

Also, the movers have come and gone. They were scheduled to arrive between 8:30 and 9:30 and actually got here at around 8:45, which was impressive. Other than a profanity-laced screaming match between them and my landlord, who took offense to them dragging a hand truck along the floor, all went smoothly. (Also, they all made up by the time everything was finished.)

Now I just need to tuck all the odds and ends into their respective bags/suitcases, clean my room, take out a ton of trash, and drop stuff off at the Salvation Army. If any of you would like to do that for me, I will gladly give you my hand in marriage.
mizzmarvel: (garth claps - cinnamongraphic)
Today I:

1. Packed all of three boxes. In my defense, two of these were big mirror boxes, which suck to put together. I also bubble-wrapped all my framed posters, which was not exactly a blast.

2. Filled a prescription and trekked all over for masking tape. (All over = two stores.)

3. Went to the UPS store AGAIN for bubble wrap. (See #1.)

4. Endured possibly the most painful pedicure of my life. PUNCHING MY LEGS IS NOT A MASSAGE, NAIL TECH. I'm kind of meh about the results too, but getting a pedicure is just something I feel compelled to do whenever I move. Actually unrelated, but I also have the hugest bruise on my shin that hurts so much, and I have no idea where I got it.

Please tell me I'm doing a good job and totally have time to see Drake Bell in concert tomorrow?

To do tomorrow )
mizzmarvel: (tortoise wins and don't you forget it)
Watching Hoarders + sorting through my giant pile of hair/beauty products = NIGHTMARE SCENARIOS. The teasers for season 4 will include a shot of me sobbing as I'm pulled off a pile of expired conditioner. But on the plus side, at least it's pushing me to put more and more in the giveaway bag. Because, seriously. You don't need four flat irons, Mackenzie.

(I reduced it to two flat irons. And three blow dryers. DO NOT JUDGE ME.)

In other news, I'm kind of at a loss in regards to what to do next, since most of my stuff that can be packed is packed. I want to wait a day or two before I wash my linens, and there are a few breakable things I want to wrap up and burrow in with the sheets. I'm still using my cups and whatnot, and things like tissue and shampoo (the shampoo I'm actually using right now) need to stay out until the last moment. Also, it's hot, and I just don't have the willpower to clean out my food and stuff.

Someone just come and finish it all for me. Payment: hot makeouts.
mizzmarvel: (garth fears - presidentrix)
Tonight I was determined to do a little packing. Instead, I was so tired when I got home that I barely managed to walk around the corner to pick up a few things. Then I stared blankly for a while. And then I at least taped up some boxes?

Next week, when I'm running around like a lunatic trying to get packed in time, can we all just pretend that I had been totally responsible and steadfast in my packing up until that point, and the fact I'm so behind is really just inexplicable?

Anyway, here's another reason I love Wasp:

she makes me lol )
mizzmarvel: (stacey hates y'all - entwashian)
My method of packing:

1. Unpack half a box.

2. Panic about what to do with the rest of it.

3. Put it in another half-unpacked box.

4. Walk away from it for a week.

5. Profit?

But the good news is that I'm actually down to just six boxes. Which, considering that I haven't fully unpacked since a move I made in 2007 (and have made five moves since then), is kind of amazing.
mizzmarvel: (ducklings + chaps = YAAA)
Moving! I has done it!

Yesterday sucked, mostly. It was a lot of me flailing as I tried to get stuff done, lots of money getting spent on movers, and my cat nervously clinging to me like a limpet. New places! It's hard! I can relate, Sorsha.

Day two is much better already. For one, I got a surprisingly large amount of unpacking done (first thing accomplished: my BSC bookshelf). There's food in the fridge. Sorsha isn't trying to surgically attach herself to me. Plus, cookies and BTR. (<3 [livejournal.com profile] poisonivory)

Best of all: no more sleeping in the living room. I have door! Which I can lock! HOORAY.
mizzmarvel: (torch is flaming)
I've been home for about five hours.

Still not done packing.

One more load of laundry to go (in the morning).

Alarm set for 6 am, movers arriving between 12 and 2.

Fighting nausea hard.

Apparently lost ability to write in full sentences.

Send help.

updated to do list )

too much

Feb. 3rd, 2011 11:09 pm
mizzmarvel: (garth fears - presidentrix)
Things I am tired of:

1. Packing (is there no end in sight?)
2. Laundry (two loads tonight, more tomorrow)
3. My cat taking this as an opportunity to climb on things and knock stuff off shelves
4. Worrying about the move (Saturday afternoon)
5. Tendinitis

The end, amen.

another list, for my benefit )
mizzmarvel: (robin pensive - mignolagraphics)
I woke up at 7 am to take my cat to the groomer. From there, it was a day of packing, three loads of laundry, and unsuccessfully trying to get a prescription filled. And it feels like there's still so much left to do. And I'm all worried that this stuff isn't going to all fit in the moving van I'm renting. And blah blah blah.

Why can't I just wake up tomorrow and find that the move is over?
mizzmarvel: (kristy literally rules - thesilverstrand)
Today I packed five seven boxes (including most of my books), picked up some clothes that had been shipped to a store, dropped off some clothes for charity, made an appointment for Sorsha to get groomed, and cooked dinner on the stove, not in the microwave, as is my usual MO.

Excellent work, me. Excellent indeed.

Also, I stole this from [livejournal.com profile] caia_comica:

Pick a character I've written/am likely to know about and I will give and explain the top five ideas/concepts/etc I keep in mind while writing/imagining that character that I believe are essential to accurately depicting them.

moving

Jan. 17th, 2011 11:46 pm
mizzmarvel: (robin pensive - mignolagraphics)
I guess I didn't mention it in much (any?) detail here, but I'll be moving pretty soon. It's not a huge move -- just to the next neighborhood in Brooklyn to chillax with [livejournal.com profile] poisonivory -- but I still have two years worth of crap to pack up and haul 36 blocks away, and that's no fun.

Come to think of it, this is the longest I've lived in one place since 2006. Now I'm kind of sad.

But anyway, now I'm packing. Packing sucks. It's also going slowly, because most of my packing will consist of books and book-sized things, and I'm out of small boxes. So what I mostly did tonight was reorganize older boxes that, um, I never unpacked last time and throw away stuff I don't need.

To some extent, I love the getting rid of stuff part of moving, because it's kind of a relief to lighten the load and free up space. But it's also agonizing for me, because I don't part with things easily. One thing is that I have a tendency to anthropomorphize inanimate objects, which makes tossing out a pair of old jeans that don't fit tantamount to betrayal. I think of all the good times those jeans and I have had, and how heartbroken it must be to be donated to charity, and blah blah I know I'm ridiculous.

Another, more recent problem is parting with things related at all to my dad. I agonized over a shirt he gave me several years ago -- one I didn't even remember owning until I found it under a pile of dirty laundry. I went back and forth on it a number of times; I think I finally forced it into the charity pile. I also found the one shirt of his I kept when I moved East and realized it still smells like his bedroom; I hope it always does.

But anyway, I'm moving at a snail's pace, but I'm trying. I should probably watch the first season of Hoarders again to get me in a MUST THROW STUFF AWAY panic mode.

beds

Aug. 3rd, 2009 11:29 pm
mizzmarvel: (starter for ten - willow_icons)
[livejournal.com profile] khirsah and I are switching rooms, and while things are getting sorted out over the next week or so, we're also switching beds. Only I usually just sleep with my boxspring and mattress right on the floor, and her bed is this really tall actual, you know, bed. So if I roll off in the middle of the night, hit my head, and bleed to death, remember me as a hero.

Alternately, I am afraid of the slats breaking in the night, sending me tumbling to the floor in a heap. That happened to the Trumans' bed during their time in the White House. Only with them, it was the result of VIGOROUS SEX. And isn't that what you want to picture when you think of this couple? Oh yeah.
mizzmarvel: (mutts - mooch & little pink sock)
It's funny to unpack when most of your stuff has been in storage for months upon months. It's like Super Christmas! "Oh yeah, hey, I own THIS! And THIS! And THIS TOO!"

So many things. Most of which are books and family mementos, which are the hardest things for me to part with when I'm moving. Like, I don't even really own any furniture, other than my mattress and boxspring. There's a bookcase in my room, but it's not mine -- it's just here due to lack of space. Other than the bed (or what I call a bed -- a mattress and a boxspring on the floor), I pretty much just have knickknacks, a trunk, and five framed art pieces. Yeah, I'm classy.

Oh, and I also have this cat. She's adjusting pretty well to the move, but she's being really clingy, which happened when she got taken to North Carolina too. I fell asleep with her curled up next to me and awoke with her staring me in the face. Today I tortured her by coming and going like eight times ([livejournal.com profile] poisonivory and I went out and got pizza, french fries, and cupcakes! The dinner of champions!)

At the moment, Sorsha is sleeping contentedly at the foot of my bed, right next to a balled up pair of [livejournal.com profile] khirsah's gloves. She (the cat) spent all day attacking them, and then proudly trotted over with them in her mouth and dropped them on my bed, thus proving her worth as a provider and ensuring that I will never leave her alone again.

She's going to be sorely disappointed in the morning.
mizzmarvel: (fairy/jellyfish)
We have an apartment!

We have our stuff!

We have our cat!

We have boxes friggin' EVERYWHERE.

block

Jan. 9th, 2009 09:09 pm
mizzmarvel: (namora is golden age gorgeous)
I was going to try to do the 10 words meme, but I took a painful, prolonged trip to Target, Daffy's, DSW, Old Navy, and Marshall's (they're all in the same facility), so I ended up tired and even more lazy than usual when I got back, and blah. Maybe tomorrow.

I really need to get back in the habit of writing regularly. I still have ideas, but no drive, and any speed bump gets me completely off track. Currently, part of the problem is definitely that I write at work most days, so by the time I get home it's the last thing I want to do. But it's been an issue for a while. I just can't make myself write.

Anyway. I should probably mention that I leased an apartment and [livejournal.com profile] khirsah is coming to share it. Uh. Tomorrow. I'm good at sharing news!
mizzmarvel: (skeleton dance - tropic_icons)
So, we made it to North Carolina. Alive! Hooray.

Yesterday started off with us getting up at five in the morning to load up all of our worldly possessions, and looking back on it, it probably shouldn't have been surprising that this took four hours, but it was. We were already pretty tired getting started, and Sorsha, stuck in her somewhat-too-small carrier, was not pleased at all. Nor was I, as I had her carrier on my lap for most of the - oh my God, I just did the math and it was a fifteen hour trip.

I guess it took so long partly because the vehicles were so loaded with stuff, and because we needed to stop to try to get Sorsha to go to the bathroom. (She was very nervous and never did. Let me tell you, I've never been so happy to see cat poop as I was this afternoon.) And then there was the part of the trip when one of the tires on the trailer blew in West Virginia and we ended up waiting by the side of the highway for over an hour while a new one was procured. That was loads of fun.

I was afraid Sorsha was going to get overheated, and she was really scared by the cars driving by. Eventually, she figured out how to drink water (she's...not a bright cat) and was able to take a long nap and seemed to feel a lot better.

But I didn't, because napping was not so much an option - it feels rude to sleep when others are driving - and I started to hallucinate a little once the sun went down. Black Dog was one of the worst movies I've ever seen, Randy Travis's Oscar-worthy notwithstanding, but I totally saw the black dog last night. I also thought the light from the headlights was smoke for some reason, and in any case it was very, very good that I wasn't driving.

And now we're in North Carolina, safe and sound, except for the twenty-four bruises I accumulated over the weekend, the light sunburn on my face, my legs that are still painfully stiff from not moving much during the drive, and falling out of bed in the middle of the night because I wasn't used to the size of the bed. It's warm here, and Sorsha is very happy - she has new people to shower her with attention and lots of windows to look out and things to smell. This is like heaven for her.

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