i fail at everything, sometimes/frequently

Somehow I forgot to blog about this. Um. So.

I turned in my application to be a roomie with Calob & Donald about two weeks ago. For some reason I was uber-paranoid that they would say no. I'd be moving in anyway, albeit illegally, and I'd probably be all paranoid and put 2/3 of my stuff into storage someplace so it wouldn't actually LOOK like I lived here. However, it turns out that won't be necessary :)

The landlady called me on my way to work last Wednesday to tell me my application was accepted. It was kind of embarrassing, actually - I answered while driving with the windows down, so she's all, "Hi, it's Velda from Rockcliffe..." and I'm like "wat" and she's like "ROCKCLIFFE, YANNO, THE PLACE YOU WANNA LIVE?" all sarcastic-like. I'm like "Oh! Oh god! I'm so sorry! Of course! Hi!" while hastily rolling my windows up so I can, yanno, HEAR. I'm dumb :B

They're having problems with their staff right now, so I'm not actually gonna sign lease papers and stuff until next week or so. But I'm going to start moving my stuff in, for sure, and trying to get my friggin' room at home cleaned out. I've been living there since I was 12, so there is a FUCKTON of shit laying around. Like, all of my high school homework, for starters. Oh boy oh boy.

But in regards to the fact that I am finally moving in with Donald, who I love so much - :DDDDDD