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Yeah, so we’re mostly moved now. Long, stupid story. Very frustrating. Involves two sets of asshole landlords. So yeah.

But the new place looks kinda nice, after we got our stuff in it. Haven’t tried the dishwasher (they swear it no longer will leak all over the floor)… but the stove and oven seem to work (as in, they come on when I turn the knob, and turn off when I turn the knob the other way)… the fridge is still up for debate.

The washing machine and dryer (that we bought) work very nicely.

The new place will take some getting used to… but I think I like it. We should finish the moving and the shaking tomorrow, rest and finish organizing on Tuesday, and go to school on Wednesday. Yay!

American Cities That Best Fit You:

90% Austin
75% Atlanta
75% Las Vegas
75% Miami
65% Denver

Your Deadly Sins

Wrath: 60%
Gluttony: 40%
Sloth: 40%
Envy: 20%
Lust: 20%
Pride: 20%
Greed: 0%
Chance You’ll Go to Hell: 29%
You will die, but first you will turn into an evil robot.

(only 29%? Wow… I’m doing better than I thought *wink*)

Yay! I will be teaching this summer… TAing a programming lab. Way awesomer than what I’m doing now.

Grade came in (finally)…. I got my 4.0!! Yay! *dances around* That leaves me with something like a 3.8… which is the highest GPA I’ve like, ever had.

I’m digging this whole grad school thing. Maybe 3 or 4 more years wouldn’t be that bad…

Life is interesting.

So, we’re in the middle of all this legal stuff, pressing charges against Butthead Neighbor Person, and looking for apartments, and lots of crap. Which is not really all that much fun… but it looks like there’s a good possibility that the justice system will actualy work for us, which is unusual, but very good.

William is leaving for The Coast today… working a temp job at SAIC… luckily, both of our phones are free inside Mississippi, so we can still call and discuss life and the universe (and everything else, I suppose). But no more 1pm lunches in the Union :-(

In other news… I have lost 5 lbs in 2 weeks on this diet thingy. Which isn’t too bad… if it keeps up, I should be back to “normal” (where I was last July) by like, the middle of August. I think I can handle it that long.

I finished all my finals… waiting for the grades to come in… crossing my fingers for the ever elusive 4.0 semester. I got an A in the class I was worried about, so I might have done it… no telling. It would be nice though… pull my graduate gpa up to something like a 3.8, make the president’s list for the first time ever, feel warm and fuzzy…

Actually talked to my sister on the phone today. Which was cool, but a little strange… She’s so not a phone person. But, she was in a good mood today… I guess? :-)

ok. I’m probably going to cuss a lot in this entry. Get over it.

So we live in a town with a bunch of fucking savages. Specifically, we live in an apartment complex with a high concentration of said savages. And I hate Starkville cops, but only because they are the most ineffective, unhelpful, stupid waste of taxpayer resources ever.

So one of our neighbors (the savages) tried to beat the shit out of Chad when he came home Sunday morning. They didn’t succeed in actually hurting him, but they broke his glasses (annoying and expensive), they tipped over our couch, knocked over the speaker stand and a dining room chair, and scared the crap out of me. We called 911. And the cops came. And did shit. Seriously. They took statements, and refused to arrest the guy because a) Chad was bigger than him, and b) the jail was full. Only in a godforsaken city would drunk people who attack neighbors be left free because there was not another bed in the jail.

That being said, dude should be arrested soon. Because Chad pressed charges. Ha.

The landlord refuses to do anything. So we’re moving. Possibly closer to Marc and Richard, but no telling… I get a raise effective in August, so we might can affoard a better place.

I hate this fucking city… and all the stupid redneck people in it. An yet… I will be here for the rest of my life. Doesn’t that just figure?