Lather, rinse, repeat.

I think I've moved more times than I've washed my clothes since I moved to Boston. I wish I was kidding. This better not become a routine. It is expensive and tiring and I really don't have time for it.

This is my new room so far:


It is so big!

I've still got stuff to bring over and I am waiting for my dresser and desk to be delivered. The next thing I need to buy is a tv with a dvd player so I can set up Netflix again and go back to never leaving my room because I'm busy watching one too many romantic comedies.

Things in my life keep changing. New apartments, new people, new jobs. New lots of things. Same old Susan. Although old and familiar is much more appealing I am trying so hard to invite new things into my life.

Question: I collect postcards (feel free to send me some) and I need a cool way to display them in my bedroom. Any ideas?

Why did I wake up at 6:30?

Yesterday's weather got me totally amped on the approaching summer. I think 55 might be the perfect temperature. I didn't even need a jacket.

I'm definitely looking forward to this summer, cause me and Kenny are gonna go to Costa Rica- the relaxing beachy area of Costa Rica. Definitely not the hiking, getting dirty and staying in hostels part. I'm gonna lay in the sand with drinks in hand wearing something that looks like this:


while Kenny runs around the beaches with virgin daiquiris trying to pick up babes in something that looks like this:


and then we are gonna ride jet skis into a waterfall.

I am already looking for a big black floppy hat to wear.

Although I am looking forward to this summer I doubt anything will beat last summer. I'll miss going to Birmingham every weekend and seeing dollar movies and having snobiz and finding random places to swim and swimming in lakes in my undies with naked boys and staying up way too late with Ana, talking about dumb boys who make us sad and cute boys who we want to kiss.

Also. Eagle's Deli in Cleveland Circle. Delicious. It sucks that I will be living so close to there because I can already feel myself gaining weight.

I'm really dead this time.....

Okay this isn't a funny story. My life is boring and nothing happens so I doubt I'll ever have funny stories to tell like I used to.

So check it, I found the best apartment. Its big and beautiful and clean.. its in Washington Square in Brookline. It is super convenient to both of my jobs and best of all it doesn't have stupid fucking sinks that look like this:


This sink is useless. Completely impractical. I love when night time rolls around and I need to wash my face and I have two options: freezing cold water or scalding hot water because THERE IS A FAUCET FOR EACH. I try combining the water in my hands but it is a wasted effort and I'd probably just go wash my face in the kitchen if the sink wasn't always full of gross dishes.

Also, check this cute little penguin cupcake out:



I am going to eat it.

P.S. I got a haircut and I look so fly.

Oops, I almost did it again....

Okay whatever. I got offered the job on a temporary basis. They said I left a very nice impression but they are worried about my readiness because the position has more responsibilities than I am used to. I'll give it a shot because I have no other options.

and if my roommates didn't hate me before I guess they do now. I'm on the hunt for a new place because I apparently make them miserable and I don't want to do that. It is weird that Sara is the one who is afraid of making me mad since I've never even been remotely upset with her but oh well. I am not going to stay in an apartment where I have to stress about bills and people being clean/responsible and I stress them out by being very up-front and insensitive with the problems I have here. It's whatever I guess. It sucks though because I think Sara and I work really well as friends.

It sucks that this is turning out like a livejournal. I won't post again until something funny/interesting happens so I can tell a story about it.