I’m sharing this old photo because I like it.

Well, I’m still not done moving yet. Most of my furniture has made it over to my new house, but few of my belongings did. Somehow we got all the furniture out with no stuff, and I really never even packed anything. What I have at the house just.. got up and walked there I guess. Every day I think, “Ok, I’m going to the apartment today to get my stuff, and get this overwith finally.” But every day I find something better to do. Like buy a new camera and take 90 pictures of my dog.

Everything was going to get taken care of today while I was work but there was a change in plans because someone (Paul) decided to go and get the flu instead. Bummer. I’ve got 2 more days to get this shit taken care of already before my lease officially ends. For a few hours the other night I was feeling down about leaving my apartment which seems absolutely ridiculous considering I spent every second I was there bitching about how miserable I was, how much I “HATE THIS APARTMENT!!!!” It’s not that I will miss it, at all. I won’t miss my crazy neighbors, I sure as hell won’t miss the loud ones, and I will not miss lugging all my shit up and down a flight of stairs everytime I have to go somewhere.

I just get so attached so easily, and considering how abrupltly I moved (I never really set a date.. it just ended up happening) I think it threw me off a little. There was never a final night in my apartment, we just left. Everytime I go back as I pull through the parking lot I get all excited, thinking “I get to see Lola Bean!!!” but then I realize she’s not there cos that’s not home anymore. That is definitely a weird feeling.

Fuck that apartment.

I’m officially a home owner! Hooray! Everything got finalized yesterday morning and I signed all the papers to end the madness. I think I should be moving sometime this weekend, but I can be slow about it if I want because I’ve managed to get the utilities except for the water transferred into my name while keeping them on at my apartment as well. Booya.

I truly cannot wait to be living in a house again, much less one that is mine.

I found some old “banners” (if you could even call them that) today and thought they were absolutely hysterical. I mean seriously.

I guess they can’t be considered TOO bad, because I know I see worse at work. They’re still pretty putrid though. At least I can say I did those in Fireworks rather than photoshop.

Here is a recent (as in yesterday recent) ad that I designed for work. I guess I got a little better.

The process of buying a house has been the most unfun thing I’ve ever particpiated in.

Everything was going pretty smooth up until what feels like the past few days, you know, less than a week before closing.

Nothing makes me want to kill people more than that.

Friday I got a call from my home loan consultant to check up on whether or not I’ve gotten a home owner’s insurance policy setup. He reassured me that there will be enough time but just wants to make sure we get around to it before Wednesday when closing is Thursday. Supposed to be Thursday, anyhow. My grandfather said he would take care of that which I thought was nice, it gave me a break from worrying about so much crap.

Today after taking Lola Bean to the park with my dear friends, I passed the eff out and didn’t wake up until later that night around 9:30. I checked my voicemail and there was a strange one from my grandfather asking me if I was avoiding him. blink. DO WHAT? I called him back and asked what in god’s name he was talking about when he tells me that he went by the house today and they haven’t done any of the things we agreed upon. At first I didn’t panic because okay maybe he just doesn’t know what he’s talking about. But then he shares that he went ahead and called my real estate agent and discussed it with him. I can’t imagine that it was even close to a good conversation.

I’m really trying not to freak out. I don’t know if this is a serious issue or if he is just acting out because I don’t think he wants me in this house. Is he making me pay for chosing the one I saw myself happier in over the one he wanted me to chose? I don’t know and I really hope not because that would be very depressing.

I’ve been browsing digg a whole lot again. It took a minute for me to get into it but the more I go, the more good stuff I find. And then there’s the added bonus of comments, I admit, I still can’t get enough of the bickering. I don’t participate but it’s fun to read.

Anywho, my favorite posts to find on digg are ones related to CSS. I don’t know css all that well, at least not when it comes to tableless layouts and what not. I’ve decided I want to learn it because I haven’t really sat down and figured anything new out in a long time. I want to blame this on not being in school, but the last few quarters I attended I don’t even remember learning much.

My big plan was come up with a really good layout to use when I switch over to the new domain (which will be KELLEYROO.COM :D) but it’s so hard for me to come up with anything. I don’t know why, I can’t explain it. It’s depressing almost, I’m hoping it’s just a creative block but at the same time… it seems like it takes longer and longer to come up with something each time I try. This isn’t an issue at work. I am given a project and can usually get it done, looking fairly good considering the circumstances (I am indecisive, my design style doesn’t exactly say country music, a majority of the time too much text is being jammed in too little an area, and deadlines, ew).

I think it is simply the fact that I am too hard on myself when it comes to my personal work. I feel like everything I do must be in some form better than what I did last and it really puts a strain on my poor tired brain. I can’t seem to allow myself to be mediocre at what I think I do best but I just don’t get inspired like I used to. What a drag.