SO. I'm pretty sure I have a fever. I mean, I don't have a thermometer, but I have chills but am sweating. Which is usually a sure sign that yep. Yep, Nella has a fever.

So I'm wrapped up in a sweater and blanket watching tv and knitting and drinking tea and Emergen-C. I can't be sick this week. Nope. No way. Can't happen.

So...here are pictures of my new apartment! )
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* I LOVE MY APARTMENT.


* I want to host some serious hanging out in my apartment. Like, knitting, tea and movies/tv shows sort of things. Anyone interested? 3 blocks from a M/V stop, convenient bus-age for them un-subwayable! Let's talk!


* Talking about knitting, the urge has finally struck me down--I JUST FINISHED PURCHASING the yarn needed to knit...

THE BAKER!DOCTOR WHO SCARF.

I can't even say I find it a particularly ATTRACTIVE scarf, but I've been wanting to knit an obscenely long scarf for a while now, and it is THE Obscenely Long Scarf To End All Long Scarves.

Send help, please.



* Talking about sending help, my consciousness has been COMPLETELY TAKING HOSTAGE BY TOM HARDY. I mean, just just LOOK at this magnificent bastard.

Not fair, sir. Not. Fair.



* Talking about FAIRES, went to the NY Ren Faire. May have to go again closing weekend. I mean, there were attractive ladies swinging swords and preforming abridged Shakespeare. And Nuns. Funny ones. AND I also purchased a new outfit.

My credit card currently HATES. ME.



* Talking about hate, my workplace has been an unhappy place lately. Due to some really, really poor moves on Madame President's part (mainly, not giving credit where it was due, and being obsessed with 1) cutting the budget foolishly and 2) bringing in new part time hires who DON'T know the space like our people do to DO the jobs that OUR people are there to do) people have been quitting. A. Lot. First it was Token!Brit (who left to do producing work on a little Broadway Musical about a man who could be called spiderlike [if you know what I mean], so BULLY HIM!) and then it was one lady in Membership...and today it was ANOTHER lady, who quit EFFECTIVE. IMMEDIATELY.

SCANDALOUS.

Pretty much, my work place-what-looks-like-a-castle is declining a'la Camelot--the golden age was wondrous, but people are leaving because the higher up management is getting worse, and I feel an epic battle and fall is coming.

All I know is that Lady!Boss has been looking for a new position else where...and THAT terrifies me. I feel like I shall be the last knight standing, or Geneveire banished to her nunnery, the last tragic survivor of a glorious era...

Ah well. It still pays me at least.



* In happier news, my BROTHER STARTED CULINARY SCHOOL!!!!....Dear God, may he not drop out. Or get kicked out. *frets*. However, is DOES mean I am obligated to visit him in Providence now. Mwhaha. Mwhahahaha. MWHAHAHHAHAHHA!



* I'm going to go make myself a cup of tea. Tea will make me feel better. Yes. Glorious Tea.
ink_n_imp: (Estactic!)
I'M FINALLY MOVING MY FURNITURE IN WEDNESDAY, YOU GUYS! I'M FINALLY, FINALLY, FINALLY GOING TO HAVE A HOME INSTEAD OF A BARE ASS APARTMENT! I CAN'T EVEN. IS IT WEDNESDAY YET???


Ahem. I mean. Yes. The insurance is in, the floor is down, the paint is on, and the place is ready--my things can finally come in.

...anyone free Wednesday between 9ish and 5ish? Anyone to comes to help gets their first round on me at a beergarden after wards (though, I MAY make you schlep all the way to Zum Schneiders on 7th and Ave C in Manhattan. There's a German beer there with my name on it...just saying)

BUT YES. FINALLY. FINALLY. *TEARS!*

I'M GOING TO BE ABLE TO INVITE PEOPLE OVER. I'LL BE ABLE TO LET THEM CRASH ON MY--

...OMG. I NEED TO BUY A FUTON. OR A SNAP DOWN SOFA BED. STAT. ANY RECOMMENDATIONS?
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG MY CLOSING IS TOMORROW. MY APARTMENT WILL FINALLY BE MINE. I CAN FINALLY START THINKING ABOUT HOW I'M ACTUALLY GOING TO MOVE IN!

In other news: My friend Lindsay aka the Nostalgia Chick and I have had an evil plan for a series of reviews/sketches, which would begin with the Kirk vs. Picard throw down (I'm debating for Kirk, she for Picard). THIS IS WHERE YOU COME IN!

Regardless of what side you root for, be it a sexy British bald man or a sexy Iowan v-neck wrap around green shirt man (or maybe you root for both...or maybe you're all for the Pike or the Archer), what makes YOU swoon and sigh "Oh Captain, My Captain" at the thought of either? What is it you love about them? Why would you want to serve under their command? *nudge...nudge?*

I just want to make sure we don't miss out on any really awesome/hilarious/TRU FAX points about EITHER sexy Enterprise Captain.

(AND I KNOW I KNOW, Janeway and Sisko are the SHIZNIT but we're sticking to the Enterprise...well, really we're sticking to what we know, but if you're going to debate captains might as well go with the Debate as Old As Time, as it were)

MAKE IT SO.

Nella Out.
The sellers' FINALLY got it together, submitted their paperwork to the Queens court, and on June 29th, I will sign on the dotted lines and this apartment will be MINE. ALL. MINE. Mwhah. MWhahaha. MWHAHAHHAHAHA.

...However, I'm not going to be able to move until at LEAST after 4th of July. My Lady!Boss is taking her vacation then, and as I need to take a day off in order to move (FUCK YOU NEW APARTMENT BUILDING FOR NOT ALLOWING SATURDAY MOVE INS. FUCK YOU VERY MUCH), I might not be able to GET the day off I need until she gets back. This is what happens when you're Lady!Boss's Right Hand Woman. You can't take off the same time she does, because the Universe would COLLAPSE IN ON ITSELF.

Or something.

So, for the meanwhile, it looks like I'll be crashing with a suitcase and a cot in my new place, OR just continue crashing at my friends' apartment in Da Heights. Also, my Eternal Roommate/BFF is FINALLY returning from the West Coast, although only for a few days. And as I want to spend as much time with her as I can...Yea. Fuck you apartment. The closing was suppose to be May 15th. It's fucking June 29th. Fuck you. My friend's is more important.

This whole experience has left a rather nasty taste in my mouth. Overall, it's been a fun, life-affirming lesson about how to NEVER trust what ANYONE tells you because they DON'T have their shit together and are LYING through their TEETH. And how, if you allot what you THINK is a generous amount of time for a plethora of SNAFUs, add some more time, because the best laid plans of mice and men, my friends.

The best...laid...plans...

First thing I'm doing in my new place is buy some coconut water, limes, and break out my spiced rum. Maybe I'll find a fake palm tree and some Hawaiian lights or something. Little Paper umbrellas. Maybe a lei or two. Some cheap ass throw pillows. Kick back on my camping cot in my bare ass apartment. Pretend my life is so much more awesome than it is. If anyone's in the neighborhood, you're invited, natch.

SOOOOOOOOOOOO INSTEAD OF BITCHING AND MOANING SOME MORE ABOUT RELATIVELY STUPID SHIT, HERE'S WHAT'S BEEN MY INSTANT-CHEER-NELLA-UPER SINCE THIS MORNING!:

Roommate, wandering into living room with pants and towel after getting out of the shower*

Muneybags6: Bra? Bra friend? Where are you?

Me: ...Why would your bra be out here...she asked with slight horror in her voice.

Muneybags6: You know, sometimes it happens--aha! Bra! *Scampers away happy back to her room with bra in hand*





TO THE MONOLOGUE-A-POLOZA, WHERE I SHALL BE THE HUMBLY HALF-MAD MC OF THE NIGHT!!! IT'S DATING GAME THEME! I'VE BRUSHED UP ON MY "LOVE BOAT" AND "DATING GAME" GUYS, I'M SO READY TO EMBARRASS THE BACHELORS/BACHELORETTES CONTESTANTS!
So, this Christmas, my mother gave me two dish towels, one that said "Naughty", and one that said "Nice". Except, my roommate, in a freak accident, managed to burn to hell the "Nice" dish towel. So now, in the Apartment of the Apocalypse, we can no longer be Nice--only Naughty.

(...not like we were Nice before.)

(......but it's still the thought that counts, AMIRITE?)

Oh MAN does this place need a serious cleaning. Every time I look around to try to determine where to begin, my soul shudders to its' deepest, darkest depths.

*puts on some Disney cleaning music and Gets To It*


In other news, I am tickled pink, PINK I TELL YOU, over how popular "BFF Nella" seems to be becoming in the Nostalgia Chick video comments. WOOHOO GUYS! I'm the sidekick of an internet personality! Go Me!
ink_n_imp: (It's from GOD - ABoFL)
My roommate, [livejournal.com profile] muneybags6, was raised as Catholic as me, which means long, brutal years of shame, guilt, and plaid. I mean, I've know this chick since we were wee little first graders in a class of 36 other impressionable souls wearing pleated jumpers and shit.

So imagine my GOBSMACKED face when [livejournal.com profile] andic213 begins yelling from the other room: "ANTONELLA!! CATHOLIC FAIL!!! CATHOLIC FAIL!!"



Me: *intrigued, rises from bed* What?

[livejournal.com profile] andic213: Your roommate thought this Friday was called Black Friday! CATHOLIC FAIL!

[livejournal.com profile] muneybags6: I thought it was Black Friday!...but that's that shopping day after Thanksgiving.

Me: ...SERIOUSLY?

[livejournal.com profile] andic213: It's Good Friday! Catholic FAIL!!!!

Me: ....SERIOUSLY?! THE JEW KNEW IT WAS CALLED GOOD FRIDAY AND YOU DIDN'T? CATHOLIC FAIL!!!!


Seriously, muneybags. You didn't make the baby Jesus cry, but he's certainly sighing and shaking his head sadly. FOR SHAME.


EDIT OF SHAME: I wrote "GODSMACKED" instead of "GOBSMACKED".

...Though, honestly, Godsmacked is, dare I say, more fitting.
Me: *Sitting in my bed, telling my roommate about my plans for the weekend as she's doing something crafty right outside my bedroom WHEN SUDDENLY!--*

[livejournal.com profile] muneybags6: AAAAH! AAAAH! AH EXACTO IN THE THIGH! AH EXACTO!! GAH AH!

Me: *Silence. I get out of bed. Peer around the coat rack. Roommate is clutching thigh.*

[livejournal.com profile] muneybags6: *grins, sheepishly* It's ok. It was only a little nick.

Me: *Stares. Returns to bed.*

EDIT And now I'm in bed with an English Flop bunny named Dog that's just been dumped on my lap while my roomie works on his cage.


EDIT 2: And now my roommate is outside my room, fighting with the cage, and muttering things like "Gah!" "Fit!" "Come on!" "Cock!" quite sharply under her breathe.
A mojito is the most perfect after work pick-me-up. EVER. HANDS DOWN.


In other news, I seriously need to rehaul my tagging system. It's not NEARLY witty/clever enough, and there are too many lazy repeats.
The night before, my roommate asked me to tag along with her for a ride and drive her car back from work in the morning. Even though this required a 6:40 a.m. wake up for this Nella, and facing the cold hard non-light of pre-dawn, and her work is about a 20 minute walking distance from our apartment, I agreed to do it, because it's fucking cold in the cold, hard non-light of pre-dawn and I pitied her, and in the CHN-L of P-D, driving on auto-pilot is completely possible, as long as one is bundled enough against the cold.

Besides, she's certainly driven me enough places, it's only fair.

HOWEVER--it is NEVER a good thing to be getting into a car, to be driving out of the garage, and to hear said roommate give a nervous chuckle.

You see, the gas tank was empty. And not just "oh, the gas light just turned on, we've got at least 30 miles on it still" empty, but "I can't recall when the gas light turned on, but I've been driving on it for a while" empty.

At this point, it was 6:50 a.m., and she needed to be at work at 7. There was no time for detouring for gas, for there was no convenient gas station between and betwix. Of course, the only thought in my head was that, with my rum luck, the car would stall the minute she was dropped off to work.

And so, she drove on, as I watched the gas light in growing horror.

However, I've never witnessed my roommate press so gingerly on the gas pedal, EVER. That was slightly amusing.

But then, she had the GALL to try and reassure me!:
Me: If this car stalls, I'm a-gonna KILL you.
*silence*
Muneybags6: See! *patting the dash board* It's purring like a kitten!
Me: ...I'm a-gonna KILL you--
Muneybags6: It's Fine!
Me: --AND NO JUDGE WOULD CONVICT ME.

Well, we reached her work place without a hitch, and she bailed faster than a rat would a sinking ship.

And I was left with the return trip.

I'm certain white knuckled prayers happened. I'm certain I broke out into a cold sweat at every red light. There may have been a deal with the devil, but I'd rather not dwell on that. But ladies and gentlemen--

I MADE IT BACK TO THE APARTMENT.

...But I had forgotten my apartment keys.

So I had to buzz until a friend who was spending the night, woke up and let me, to which I say, thank GOD for friends what spend nights!

Shaky with relief, I curled into bed, thinking that was that, until some 20 minutes after I get into bed--

The apartment door opens, and my roommate walks in.

I think she had hoped I would have fallen back asleep, but from the coziness of my bed, I Glared, and it was Pointed. Turns out she DIDN'T have work at 7. She had work at 10.

I'm pretty certain I growled "BITCH get the FUCK out of my SIGHT and put some GAS in your CAR!", but the details are a little hazy.

And thus, was the start of my day. Luckily, not a harbinger of things to come, as it was over all a jolly day. Just a piss-poor start, is all.

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