California Dreaming

Ok, so we arrive in California around lunchtime on Sunday just in time to head to the corner bar and watch the Superbowl. I can honestly say that one of the things I'll miss most is watching football games with my mom. Seriously, no one here will be as into the game as my mother. No one here will know all the players by their first names. So sad. Anyway, the last couple days have been a whirlwind. I've managed to accomplish some things, ie I now have a bed to sleep in and most of my clothes are unpacked/organized in my new portable closet. I still have to pick up a few things, but overall I'm getting there.

So, I decided that in order to save money I would decorate my room with my old black and white London pics. To make it look more classy I bought black foam board and mounted the pictures on them. Too bad I can't use a box cutter properly nor can I draw a strait line (even with the help of a ruler). Oh well, you can only tell if you stand closely... at least that's what I'm telling myself. This whole moving process is more expensive than I originally thought it would be. I mean I knew it would be expensive but there's no way I would be able to do this without the emotional and financial support of my mother. I'm not very good at expressing my feelings when it comes to my mom, so I hope she knows how much I appreciate all she's done for me in the last 22 years. I can't imagine how different my life would be without my mom. She's pretty much my best friend and confidant. I love her, and I don't tell her enough which makes me sad.

Anyway, I think my dog is more popular with my roomates than I am. They love him and can't get enough. All the things he does that drive me nuts, they find adorable. Go figure. At least I'll know he's being taken care of if I'm working two jobs. Melanie is determined she'll meet boys with him. She's probably right, because he is quite the conversation piece seeing as he only has three legs and all. So, I know there are a lot of minor details (like seeing seals in Santa Monica and funny waiters at the pizza joint), but this post is already too long. I'll give a summary of our apartment and I will tell the story about the fridge tomorrow, but for now I think this has gone on long enough.

Oh, I'm going to fill out an aplication for a job tomorrow. Kind of nervous, but excited at the same time. I just want to walk in there and them be like oh we're super desperate so we'll hire you on the spot! Here's to hoping.