I’m at work. It’s rather boring but at least something to do. I’d rather be in bed at this point. Whatever.
I rearranged the furniture in my room which makes it look a little smaller but I’m happy with how it turned out. I also put away all of my clean laundry which is a huge success on my part. I still have to put the books in the bookcase that I moved into my room, but I think it’ll work out well. The living room does look a little bit bare but that’s really not my problem. Laura cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen looks awesome from Amanda and I cleaning it Saturday night. All in all the hosue is shaping up well and I’m proud of what we’ve accomplished. I also hung my paintings in the front room so it looks more homey.
Amanda and I had dinner last night and it was very romantic. We had been arguing about Sunday afternoon when I went to pick her up from work (as she had asked via text) to find out she’d be another hour. I wasn’t so much mad that I had to wait, but I’d been cleaning and I wanted her to come in and be all surprised. I ended up buying too much chinese food for dinner and making myself sick as I ate my feelings. She went home after dropping me back off at the house and we had a semi-argument. I think I was just being grumpy but I did apologize because I do like coming to get her from work and I don’t honestly mind waiting, I just wished I had known and actively chosen to come early and wait in the car for an hour.
Other than that, the week started off well. I’ve gone to all my classes (all 3 of them yesterday) and I came to work this morning. I think Amanda’s coming over again this afternoon. Jerry is supposed to show the house around 4.30 I guess but i’ll believe it when it happens. He also asked me for rent which I obviously do not have and so I told him I was waiting for the college to reimburse me. I went to the office again yesterday afternoon after my writing class and the same bitchy woman at the desk told me they’d be out sometime before the end of the month. She just doesn’t understand how important the money is and I’ve tried to explain so as to elicit a more compassionate and hopefully positive response but she just gets pissier.