The last few days passed by in a whirlwind. Saturday I went to New York City and spent the day in lower East side Manhattan. I had become "country mouse" in my extended absence from NYC and I was amazed at the number of people shoving past me during the course of the day. Still I was ecstatic to be back in the city, you see, my erstwhile nostalgia for NYC was revived greatly by a recent exposure to Sex and the City, the movie, which I had watched only the night before. In any case, I was there to visit a friend and I was also there to do a little window shopping for home decor, as it was a time of transition for me, with my old roommate moving out and my new roommate moving in, all crammed packed into this weekend. So I had a grand old time time the city, it was nice to be away from Philadelphia and school.
Sunday, I woke bright and early, refreshed from a sleep that was almost comatose in its depth. (The traveling on Saturday and all the bright noise of NYC wore me out) Soon enough, I found myself pitching in to help my roommate move out. It was a funny dilemma when we had to maneuver a full size IKEA bed frame out our narrow doorway. We were like the three stooges and altogether, we carried the bedframe in and out of the doorway four different times in an effort to find the perfect angle. After many attempts, (perseverance won out here) we were able to just squeeze the bedframe out the door, not without some collateral damage to both the door and the bed, unfortunately. After that huge obstacle, everything else seemed like a piece of cake and we moved everything else out duly for the next hour and a half. The most incredibly annoying thing then occurred. When my roommate's friend was about to drive off, the truck battery went dead!! Then proceeded a series of going to Pepboys to find the jumper cables, oh no, it was too dead for the jumper cables to work their magic, then it was back to the store, to get a brand new battery. All in all, I stayed largely out of the drama, because I was meanwhile in my now empty apartment, putting together the table set from IKEA, haphazardly I might add. I had run out of steam and found it difficult to bolt in the screws and here I relied on my feminine wiles and a little sweet cajoling to get my wonderful boyfriend to finish the task. Really, he's such a darling, couldn't have done it all without him. So if you reading this, just know your help was very much appreciated, sweetums. =)
Shortly after my old roommate left, my new roommate popped in on the scene. It was literally, out with the old, in with the new in the brief time span of like 2 minutes gap. Very interesting and maybe that's why I'm finding it difficult to adjust a little. Before I even had time to get used to the idea of living with a different person, that person shows up and replaced my old roommate. It's all good though, it's just a matter of adjustment, kind of like a jet lag for roommate transitions.
So here I am, on a school day, somewhat in a semi-funk and not motivated to study. It's about getting into the groove and I know once I get on track, I'll be fine. What I should really look into is making an effort to do a cleaning process, that will probably be most helpful at this point.
Okay, just wanted to write a little and I hope to become a more constant blogger from now on, because it's a good way to exercise some creativity and it records, however subjectively, the events of my life as it unfolds. Thirdly, I've been reading these awesome and inspirational blogs that others have written. Of course, this blog is just a little personal avenue for me to rant and rave and prattle, but I find the idea of starting a blog that can help inspire others a very appealing one. But as I also learned recently (or relearned), I shouldn't bite off more than I can chew so I should probably first take an honest look at my current capacity and be careful not to exceed my abilities.
Tata for now!
