|Current mood:||Going Back To Bed|
"You think things are straight but they're not what they seem"
I love Spoon. I got the new album Gimme Fiction, and its really excellent.
We are moved in! Still a little touch-up to do, but most of the worst is over. We handed over the keys to our ex-landlord on Wednesday, which was sort of bittersweet, considering we'll be losing our $1000 deposit and giving up the house a week ahead of schedule, but still paying for the full month. I know Andy feels frustrated about it, as I do, but I think it is reasonable for our landlords to keep the deposit if they don't find a replacement tenant right away. If they do find a new tenant, I can only hope they do the honorable thing and give us the deposit.
Yeah... Wednesday was tough. I drove to Bremerton and dropped some stuff off at Goodwill, cleaned up a bit at the house and waited for the carpet cleaner to come, etc. Later I went to pick up Andy and I got lost and accidently went though a truck checking gate at the shipyard, which is a big mistake if you know anything about the Navy. Good thing I was wearing my cutest pigtails or that guy in camouflage might have shot me. As it was, he seemed almost as scared as I felt. "I'm so sorry sir, I'm really not a terrorist, I've never been this close to a gun in my life and now it's pointed at me! Can you give me directions to the Charleston Gate?"
It really hasn't taken me long to adjust to the new place. Being back in Bremerton made me a bit uncomfortable, now that I'm used to being in the city. I really really prefer the city. There have been a few times I've gotten a flash of "Oh god, I'm such a poser! I'm from the suburbs, I don't belong here!" But that's just my normal paranoia, it's nothing like the feeling of disgust I got every time I'd leave the house in Bremerton. Example: In Seattle, street people who are likely mentally ill wander the streets, sometimes raving, sometimes begging. It's sad to look at them, but it feels like they belong there. In Bremerton, there's this utterly insane woman who used to ride the bus with me. Her hair is bleached to straw, and literally sticks straight our from her head like a trailer park punk rocker, and she wears wierd leggings under several layers of completely mismatched clothes. This might be interpreted as a fashion statement if you didn't catch a glimpse of her face; her jaw is slack, her eyes set in a constant frowning squint, staring. She looks like I looked the day after I drank two forties of Olde E. TERRIFYING. The woman looks like a monster. Honestly, I haven't yet seen anything that scary in Seattle.
So, in conclusion, I'm quite happy to be here, although I've got a lot to do in the next few weeks, what with figuring out school and finding a job and finishing the apartment off. Thank goodness it's the weekend!