The house closed today so we of course went over there at eleven o’clock…and the people that lived there before weren’t moved out all the way even though they were supposed to (nine o’clock was their deadline). We (my mum, Bart, James, and I) didn’t care, though. We went about our business as the mover people were moving shit out. We brushed a little of the paint samples on the walls; red in the kitchen, goldish and green-grayish in the living room, pukey-green and brown in James’s room, and a beautiful darkish gray in my room, as shown above. I am fucking getting gray in my room, bitches. My mum says that she’s going to paint the (horrible) trim white all over the house so we can do it in my room, too. So yay. I’m also going to get some shelving around the window and in the closet and I’m going to get a metal square thing and put it on the wall so I can have magnets and such. I’m pretty fucking excited for that. I’m also going to have a “creeper wall”, as I have donned it, with a whole bunch of shit I love. It might just be taped on my desk, but I’m not sure. So yeah.

We spent the whole day there–or they did, at least my mum and Bart. I had to leave at around three to go to work. They stayed there, though, until at least eight. Our neighbors (Michelle, Aaron, and Sauce) went over and painted some, and Bart got almost all of the tile up in the kitchen. I figure we’ll work over there whenever each of us isn’t working or going to class, which will be a lot. Oh, and we bought the previous owners’ outside table and chairs (lawn furniture or whatever it’s called) which is nifty because it was only a hundred dollars and something similar to it was like four hundred.

I’m fucking crazy with finals and everything. I actually should be in bed right now so I can get up tomorrow morning to do shit, but this was important.

Work was good. I got invited to one of my friend’s housewarming parties in July. I listened to Passion Pit’s new single and I love it a lot. I’m excited for their new album this summer. I’ve been trying some new music because I feel like I need it, so I’ve been like hoarding CDs from the library. The new shit I’m trying (no judging):

Helplessness Blues – Fleet Foxes (they came up on my Mumford iheartradio station)
If Not Now, When? – Incubus (because they’re touring with LP and I should give them a try)
Indian Summer – Carbon Leaf (I remember the name from something so whatever)
Love to Live – Living Sisters (was just in the folk section while I was skimming through)
Monuments and Melodies – Incubus (same as above)
Pioneer – The Maine (because Britta likes them)
Sacred Songs – Daryl Hall (okay, I like Hall & Oates, whatever)
Sainthood – Tegan & Sara (I heard about them somewhere)
Scratch My Back – Peter Gabriel (I like his In Your Eyes song and his cover of My Body is a Cage)
Twin Cinema – The New Pornographers (they’ve been staring at me for a while so I thought I’d try)

My iPod says I have 173 albums. That seems like a lot.

Anyway, I think that’s all that’s going on. My back hurts so fucking much and so do my legs and especially my right knee. I’ve been thinking about tattoos to get this summer (maybe “Mae”, because it’s my grandmother’s middle name? Or something like “Ma[kenzi]e” because that’s my middle name and hers all squished or whatever). I have a tumblr. It’s up on the menu as “mediocre.muon” because I’m still a little shy about it. I don’t let myself on it, though, since I have so much shit to do. Like a substantial amount of shit that needs to be done. I’m in denial about House. I don’t- no. I’m taking off Wednesday to do shit and I’m working Saturday instead of Sunday so I can go to graduation. It’ll be crazy this week.

Oh, and this.

-All

#nowplaying- Starfuckers by NIN.
#nowwatching- I don’t want to talk about it.
#nowreading- ugh.
#mood- fucking tired. Bedtime.