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Julz came over on Friday and helped me pack. Yeah! Julz is super keen. I love her. She convinced me to come with her to poker night and I'm glad I did. I met a lot of super keen people who I would like to get to know better. The idea of being friends with these people pleases me greatly. It kind of had the same feeling to it that I got when I used to go to SCA events. MMMmmmmm.
Saturday. Saturday was moving. Lots of moving. Two van loads and we were done. I realize now that I have all of my stuff in the apartment that I have a lot more room than I thought I did, but that I also need to get more shelving and that sort of thing so I have a place for some of the things I used to keep in my bathroom. I have a wonderful view, a comfortable carpet and generally a nice place to live. I need to get pillows. Lots and lots of pillows and make a plush pit of comfort.
I decided to go to the Snog concert. Sean (Rathe) doesn't read this, so I'll have to track him down and thank him later, but he introduced me to Snog so I owe him. Let me explain...
I went to the concert (and got a really cool short red velvet skirt..) and was hanging out watching this one guy. His act was called Point of Entry. He was okay. I decided to walk around on my own, I turn and take about five steps when I hear from my left, "Katrina?"
I pause, thinking about it for a moment or two and turn left. I then proceed to blink and look vaguely like I've been hit with a board for some amount of time. It's Zac. Wow. We hug and hug and grin and hug and go sit down. "It's good to know you're not dead." No kidding. We talk and Zac has been through some really rough time over the past few years and I can tell its had a good effect on him. He's more the person I saw and less the person everyone else saw. It's a very good thing. "I'm learning to fight. I'm tired of people beating me up all the time. Real fighting is a lot different from running around in the woods and hitting people with sticks." "Yeah, it's a lot different than wresting with girls who want you to win in the first place." "Yeah. It's not like that either." Its begining to feel like I dreamt it. I need to write him e-mail.
The stranger part is that I know his girlfriend. I interviewed with her on Wednesday. I'm trying to get her job. So bizarre. Just strange. Weird.
Yeah.... So that made my weekend.
Sunday. Cleaning. Cleaning.... Damn cleaning. Finished cleaning the old place, moving me into my new place and then went for dinner.
Today - Last interview for Michelle's job.
Tonight - Hanging out with Kyna - go see Antonio Banderas and Angelina Jolie in a movie together and be stunned by seductive beauty. Sounds good to me.
Tuesday - Go turn in keys at King Arthur's Court and karate.
Wednesday - Sai classes and then after that I'm free. So, after 7 I'm open.
Thursday - Ummmm.... Ummmm... Don't think I have anything planned.
Friday - Going to The Wet Spot orientation thingy. Wheeeee.
This weekend is Bumbershoot. I live like five blocks away.
Saturday. Saturday was moving. Lots of moving. Two van loads and we were done. I realize now that I have all of my stuff in the apartment that I have a lot more room than I thought I did, but that I also need to get more shelving and that sort of thing so I have a place for some of the things I used to keep in my bathroom. I have a wonderful view, a comfortable carpet and generally a nice place to live. I need to get pillows. Lots and lots of pillows and make a plush pit of comfort.
I decided to go to the Snog concert. Sean (Rathe) doesn't read this, so I'll have to track him down and thank him later, but he introduced me to Snog so I owe him. Let me explain...
I went to the concert (and got a really cool short red velvet skirt..) and was hanging out watching this one guy. His act was called Point of Entry. He was okay. I decided to walk around on my own, I turn and take about five steps when I hear from my left, "Katrina?"
I pause, thinking about it for a moment or two and turn left. I then proceed to blink and look vaguely like I've been hit with a board for some amount of time. It's Zac. Wow. We hug and hug and grin and hug and go sit down. "It's good to know you're not dead." No kidding. We talk and Zac has been through some really rough time over the past few years and I can tell its had a good effect on him. He's more the person I saw and less the person everyone else saw. It's a very good thing. "I'm learning to fight. I'm tired of people beating me up all the time. Real fighting is a lot different from running around in the woods and hitting people with sticks." "Yeah, it's a lot different than wresting with girls who want you to win in the first place." "Yeah. It's not like that either." Its begining to feel like I dreamt it. I need to write him e-mail.
The stranger part is that I know his girlfriend. I interviewed with her on Wednesday. I'm trying to get her job. So bizarre. Just strange. Weird.
Yeah.... So that made my weekend.
Sunday. Cleaning. Cleaning.... Damn cleaning. Finished cleaning the old place, moving me into my new place and then went for dinner.
Today - Last interview for Michelle's job.
Tonight - Hanging out with Kyna - go see Antonio Banderas and Angelina Jolie in a movie together and be stunned by seductive beauty. Sounds good to me.
Tuesday - Go turn in keys at King Arthur's Court and karate.
Wednesday - Sai classes and then after that I'm free. So, after 7 I'm open.
Thursday - Ummmm.... Ummmm... Don't think I have anything planned.
Friday - Going to The Wet Spot orientation thingy. Wheeeee.
This weekend is Bumbershoot. I live like five blocks away.
