Pumba, not in front of the kids!
Aug. 22nd, 2004 03:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanAfter my breakfast of lo mein and transferring over ten gigs of stuff accumulated over the summer from the family computer to the external drive, Mom and I made it up to Gville with only a coffee break in between. The drive was surprisingly painless except for the part about thirty miles in either direction of Orlando, which Hurricane Charley worked over real well, clumps of upended trees and a mess of road signs little more than bent and twisted metal just along the highway.
There was unpacking and boggling at the logic of everyone having her own set of dishes/utensils for four (traumatic ex-roommate experience?) and watching the errant tape in my VCR, which meant Conan taking out the desk (one of my most favorite things in life), a vintage episode of The Restaurant (rationally, I'm sure there's nothing as compelling about Rocco as I find there to be) and an errant Veritaserum-knockoff episode of Smallville which made my toes curl (in the good and bad way - what a great premise, but OMG Lionel needs to respect the personal spaces of teenagers, please.) Met Staci's parents with blood sugar levels somewhere around my toes - hopefully, they weren't too put off by the overly cheerful girl who talked herself into asphyxiation with a tendency to gesture emphatically, sometimes at her own peril.
I'm heavily glossing over the part where we had to brave move-in gridlock in not only Target, but Wal-Mart and Publix, all on Archer Road. But I came home not two seconds before the last roommate, aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
walkingshadow (!!!), arrived. Missed her way too hard. There's been nonstop banter and squee and we've already said the same thing twice and are taking bets on how long you can live in the same house as us and not know we like to slash boys.
The only roommate I didn't really know before moving in, Natalie, wandered in as I was putting up The Mural and saw my old skool group picture collage poster and made the comment that, "I take it you're a fan of *NSYNC?" Apparently, I turned around with an "oh, you don't even know, but you will* look on my face and proceeded to say something just along those lines. She also gushed over my Harry Potter books and killed a bug for Staci earlier. Yes, I think we're gonna get along just fine.
Have I mentioned how much fun shacking up with Miranda has already been? We chatted on AIM but said the punchlines through facing open doors, I can tell stories about going out to a restaurant with my parents a week ago, trying my mom's lamb with mint jelly and have someone laugh at my feeling guilty for a week, and the suggestion of putting her desk "up against the wall" is suddenly more amusing than potentially helpful. Having a conversation with someone who knows the source material is so... satisfying.
Also, am masochistic and suicidal because agreed to work tomorrow in addition to apparently already being scheduled for Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights. Oy.
There was unpacking and boggling at the logic of everyone having her own set of dishes/utensils for four (traumatic ex-roommate experience?) and watching the errant tape in my VCR, which meant Conan taking out the desk (one of my most favorite things in life), a vintage episode of The Restaurant (rationally, I'm sure there's nothing as compelling about Rocco as I find there to be) and an errant Veritaserum-knockoff episode of Smallville which made my toes curl (in the good and bad way - what a great premise, but OMG Lionel needs to respect the personal spaces of teenagers, please.) Met Staci's parents with blood sugar levels somewhere around my toes - hopefully, they weren't too put off by the overly cheerful girl who talked herself into asphyxiation with a tendency to gesture emphatically, sometimes at her own peril.
I'm heavily glossing over the part where we had to brave move-in gridlock in not only Target, but Wal-Mart and Publix, all on Archer Road. But I came home not two seconds before the last roommate, aka
walkingshadow (!!!), arrived. Missed her way too hard. There's been nonstop banter and squee and we've already said the same thing twice and are taking bets on how long you can live in the same house as us and not know we like to slash boys.The only roommate I didn't really know before moving in, Natalie, wandered in as I was putting up The Mural and saw my old skool group picture collage poster and made the comment that, "I take it you're a fan of *NSYNC?" Apparently, I turned around with an "oh, you don't even know, but you will* look on my face and proceeded to say something just along those lines. She also gushed over my Harry Potter books and killed a bug for Staci earlier. Yes, I think we're gonna get along just fine.
Have I mentioned how much fun shacking up with Miranda has already been? We chatted on AIM but said the punchlines through facing open doors, I can tell stories about going out to a restaurant with my parents a week ago, trying my mom's lamb with mint jelly and have someone laugh at my feeling guilty for a week, and the suggestion of putting her desk "up against the wall" is suddenly more amusing than potentially helpful. Having a conversation with someone who knows the source material is so... satisfying.
Also, am masochistic and suicidal because agreed to work tomorrow in addition to apparently already being scheduled for Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights. Oy.
