So, I'm finally in Louisiana. My apartment is nice, though kinda too nice in that boring beige resort pool kind of way. I'm not used to this, ha.
The last two weeks were hell, the couch surfing at the wusband's place, no room, getting bronchitis the week of the move, etc. Not fun.
I need a job. Waiting on my resume to be approved at the career center so I can apply on campus. They don't pay shit, but they work around classes so it's good for now.
I have a third floor walkup. That's right. get my exercise, right? Oh, fuck me. I'm dying from all the stairs, the bus stop is a half mile away, and I'll finally lose this 40 pounds I've been figh