Best to be the Changing Water

I am looking on Craigslist (preliminary search and all that) for (small) HOUSES.

Or 2+bdr apartments.

Within James' budget.

GYAAAHH. >.< I'm like, an ADULT NOW. And moving in with him! Soon. And OMG WHATDOIDONOWGUYS?!?!

*Flail!*

Aside from continue to gently nudge my Libra towards the actual "thinking about how this all needs to work" side of things, cause he's adorable and good with being reasonably practical but he fails a little bit at the planning things out in advance thing.

Or maybe I'm just a little over-exuberant?

I DON'T KNOW.

Capslock?! The capslock demons have eaten my brains, guys. SRSLY.

Waaauuuggghh.

Anyway. I'm trying to get ahold of him via text (why is his phone never charged or on him or.. GRAHH! Kick him and make him-- HAH. Text message!) to ask such important questions as "What exactly IS the budget?" and "What radius from your current location/job should I be looking in?" and "I really don't need to look at more than just the apartment complex you're already in, do I? But I want to anyway.."

HELP.

I'm trapped in an adult version of me and I wanna go play at the park instead. D=

I JUST DON'T KNOW. I AM SO IN DEEP SMIT. HALP.

*Waits for him to text her some more.*


By the way, guys, did I mention the bit where I feel like I've been replaced with a pod-person? I was on the phone with Zee the other day, last week sometime, and went to get my book out of the car.... and got distracted by sorting boxes in the living room, forgetting the book. WHUT. But hey, I sorted a box!

I've been slowly actually sorting my way through all the boxes I packed from Colorado and getting rid of things. Next up is cleaning out this damned rat's-nest of a room I've got, and packing up things (in a couple months I'll get to the packing, for now it's just the cleaning what needs done) to move out.

OH MI GAWD I'M MOVING OUT.

WITH JAMES.

My brain is running little rat circles. And he's being obstinate and difficult. D:<

I do not want to ask how much he makes because I'm sure I will feel sadly inferior.. but suddenly I am in charge of apartment budgeting (self appointed though it may be) and sort of budgeting for him now too since he's just admitted to me that he really isn't very good at it.

I suspected as much. He's fabulous at saving, since he doesn't generally buy expensive things, but when it comes to actually budgeting things he's a bit of a--...

Yup, the inferiority is setting in. Christ, he makes three times as much as I ever did in my little retail jobs.

COLLEGE IS NEXT PLZKTHX. So that I can (albeit eventually) pull my fair share of things.

Cause he shouldn't have to.

Even if he makes more than me.

WAUGH. FOR NOW. FOR NOW, I SAY!

I am so totally random and spazzing today.

I AM PLANNING A FUTURE WITH THIS MAN. WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!

LIEK, SRSLY. MAKING A BUDGET.

I feel a little woozy now... somebody make me a drink!

A new drink. Because I'm not, actually, terribly fond of mimosas. So when I finish this, I shall have a peppermint hot chocolate to make me all warm and fuzzy, and return to PUTTERING and doing STUFF like sorting and budgeting and being a GROWN UP NOW ZOMG.

...I think I need to go call Em now, and spaz at her for a while. Possibly do things and stuff while I spaz.

'KAYLADY ILOVEYOU BUH-BYE!

/logout