power tools

Tonight's discovery: Projects involving power tools work out best when done while wearing a tiara. (Reading the directions probably helps, too.)

I now have curtains hanging in my apartment! YAY!

nesting

Current wish list:

Staple gun
Electronic stud finder
Cordless Drill


New apartment, and apparently I'm nesting. Feeling crafty on top of that, which are dangerous things. The moving in has gone well, and I have most everything in just the right place. Exactly nothing hung on the walls, however. And a shiny new bookshelf that needs to be assembled. The drill would be nice to have for this little project.

Work is painfully slow and I'm amusing myself by looking through design blogs, aided by the Bloggie postings. This is dangerous. Exceptionally so. If I wasn't stuck in lab I would have already traipsed off to the craft store in search of perfect wrapping paper and textiles.

yummy

It's a good thing it's rugby season, because I keep getting lost browsing through the yummy, butter-laden recipes posted by The Pioneer Woman. With pictures no less. Lots and lots of photographs of scrumptious, fattening, stick to your ribs food. I cannot wait to have my own kitchen again. Somewhere to make a mess without worrying about how many dirty cat paws have been on the counters, or using someone else's knives or looking like an idiot making a mistake. (I make a lot of mistakes the first time through a recipe.) Because, oh my does that pot roast look amazing. Not to mention the shrimp penne. Or oh! oh! mashed potatoes...

Can you tell I'm a little hungry here? Like I said, it's a good thing my physical activity spikes during rugby season, because I feel like I gained a couple of pounds just thinking about making any of these, much less eating them.

no more roommate playing guitar hero at midnight

Saturday I signed a lease. I'm so excited about this I can hardly contain my joy. Finally I'll have my own space again. My own space. With only me in it if I so choose. No more judgy, anal roommate. No more litter box in the kitchen. I can keep the windows open if I want, leave dishes in the sink over night. Before putting them in the dishwasher. Keep my stuff in the living room instead of crowding all of it into a single bedroom. Finally.

The official move in is next weekend. Into my own apartment. My own freshly painted, with wood floors and an east-facing bedroom, balconied apartment. It's ten blocks south of work, thus walking distance. In central Austin. I've been decorating the place in my head since I saw it, without any regard to my actual current furniture situation. Because in my head I can do that. I have, however, resisted actually responding to any craigslist ads posted by people selling chairs or futons or really awesome shelving units, which totally displays incredible self control.

moved

So I'm moved in. Or at least, all of my stuff is here. Most of it's still packed up and quite a bit will remain so because my storage situation needs some serious work. Moving from a one bedroom apartment into one bedroom requires some creativity. Particularly because I don't yet own a dresser. But, I'm here and it's quiet and there is internet access and cable as well as three cats I'm constantly trying keep out of my bedroom. Let's just hope I manage to keep from setting off the alarm.