I'm a bitch and I'm back

Groovy baby, yeah!

Tommy's working today and I can't really do anything at the new place except hobby's (ow, but that's all in some box somewhere) or study (ow, but that's also in some box somewhere) and choosing paint colour for the bedroom alone sounds like a bad plan.

Problem is, my brother didn't get the cart, I hired one, but the woman was in no mood to try hard for us and bitched until we went away. So we moved only the smaller stuff. My desk, couch, closets and bed are still at the old place. That's why I still can't unpack yet. I did move my bed in the livingroom to the side and the boxes to the other side so I won't go completely crazy. I hate living in a mess and I'm still in my period so *hormone factory at the keyboard* and I'm stressed for three performances with my theatregroup: friday, saturday and monday. I have to go to the Flevo festival, which is something with loads and loads of christians where I won't feel at home at all and I still have to go or else I'm violating the contract (and letting my fellow actors down).
Last night we decided to change the entire demon dance and I was really annoyed. One girl didn't make it so we have to practice there. Christina was nagging about the fact that she would miss so much from the main stage and I thought to myself "Idon't even want to be there so stop complaining"

*sigh* Really don't want to go there.

The mother of Merrick and the Dreamwalker will help move my stuff tomorrow so that's good news. I'll see if I can unpack some boxes so I can take some homework with me to Flevo. If I have to travel to freaking DEN BOSCH I can learn on the way. I have a test next week (precisely) and my books are buried in some box. If I pass that test, I probably have my P and earned some money (ow, say, my scholarship for a year, which I don't have to repay to the government).

I'm a bitch. I'm in my period. And I'm back. So beware!

“Dead mechanics” [PPS]

I’m so glad TommyCee is going to be my roomy. She’s brought 3+ Chucks boxes filled with cd’s and it’s heaven snooping around in them [plus, she’s nice to be around as well]. I missed my tapes (which she recorded) and so it happened that Peter Pan Speedrock ended up getting played. *Evil smirk*

Just squished out the hall and bedroom. It’s nice to keep track of what I did because I’m losing count. Also: I sweat too much while cleaning. Now I remember why I didn’t clean so much.

”Do you want a shitload of beer?” *Shouts along with Peter* “Yes I want a shitload of beer!”

Heheh. *Grin* No actually I’m drinking tea. I’m getting the hang of not thinking of anything while cleaning. It’s mindnumbing really but it stops my mind from running along roads long taken. WhatifheDoeshelikemeatallDoeshehaveanyideaIsheinterestedinmeatall? Practically freeways, so many times I’ve gone there. I’m telling you, having a crush is severely bad for your state of mind. I don’t know anything for sure anymore.
I’m so glad I won’t go to the So What tonight (I smsed Kris to mend a fence I don’t remember breaking, but she had to work), else I’d spend 20 minutes on getting pretty, in much haste and doubt and end up being disappointed because Guitargod is not there.

TommyCee is a real friend in this. I wish others *glare* were too. Breakanail for example.

Dad will help tomorrow with the bits of Janejunk that are left at the old place.