I don't know how this can get harder.

Carl and I painting under the stairs

It's hard to convey how busy I've been and the amount of stress I've been under these past two weeks. That's why I haven't written. I picked my dad up from the airport last Monday, and we have been working nonstop ever since. My entire old place needed to be painted, re-carpeted, and deep, deep, cleaned. That is a big place, and every wall needed two coats of paint. So it's basically been painting all day every day. On top of that, plus school, work, and my sorority, I have moved into my new apartment. I am so overwhelmed it's unbelievable. I was naive enough to think that once I was out of that place, most, if not all, of my problems would be solved. NOPE. I don't quite exactly know where to start. I guess there's no need to bore you with talk of painting, so I guess I'll just get into my move.

Since my dad got here, we had been taking a few boxes over each night, so by Friday (when the movers came) all they would have to do is get the real furniture. I also had it set up so that the electricity would be turned on by the time we got there, and the cable people would come that day so I could have internet and have everything in order. Great plan, right? Well, I thought so. But we walked in Friday morning with the movers (85 degrees already, at 8:30 am) and the power was not on. No AC, no nothing. So I called, was on hold for an hour, and they told me it couldn't be turned on today because I had to pay a deposit. No one told me about any deposit when I ordered the service. It couldn't be turned on until Monday, the next business day, if I payed my deposit. So I payed my deposit on Saturday, figuring that any day over the weekend would have the next business day be on Monday. So I came here on Monday, power still not on. They can't turn it on until Tuesday because I didn't pay the deposit before 5pm on Friday. Once again, NO ONE told me that. So I was without power for 4 days so I couldn't stay here.

Then Carl had to go to the vet the other night, which cost me 200 dollars to find out he has allergies and the noise he was making was normal. Then I bombed my geology test. Then, this morning, my bike was gone. Now the cable guy is having a hard time getting my cable to work. Something is wrong with the utility line he says. It's just so great to be me right now. I swear I have the worst luck, and I don't even know why.

All of this is really starting to get to me. I've been really cry-y and irritable lately. I'm just so stressed. I don't want my dad to leave. I feel like him being here is going to make me more homesick after he leaves. But I guess I'll get over it. My dad being here has been pretty great. I have enjoyed having company. Like I said, I don't want him to leave. I will say that it has been a pretty great feeling to be able to unpack all of my stuff. At first, I was overwhelmed, but I've gotten through all of it all by myself. All that's left is to put things in the bathroom where they're supposed to be, and hang paintings and curtains. So not too much. Once everything is put together and clean, I'll put pictures up. Of the old place too so you can see what we got done. It looks a lot nicer.