Current mood:	full
Current music:	Dr. 90210 theme

another Saturday night...
My apartment smells like paint and Giordanos. It's not the prettiest of combinations, but it's too damn cold to leave the window open for long. It's got to start feeling like spring soon?

I'm just about finished with painting, which was my goal for today, so that makes me happy. Just the molding around the top and bottom of the living room and dining room to go. And I think I'm going to make Kevin do the top, cause he's way tall. I've been cleaning, too, which is probably kind of pointless since things will get trashed again in the next 3 weeks. I discovered the miracle that is Mr. Clean's Magic Eraser. Seriously. It's magical. I've been scrubbing at the stuff on my stove for months, and this thing takes care of it in about 2 minutes. I can't wait to be done with all this...a month from now I'll be getting settled in the new place and that's so much more fun than cleaning and packing up an old place.

Most of me is really excited about the move because, from what I remember (hmmm), I really like the new place. I'm happy about having a new neighborhood and wandering around, but a small part of me is anxious to see if it's too good to be true. So pessimistic. I mean, I don't have to worry about anything in this apartment. No bugs, no creepy people, no stolen mail...I've been really spoiled here. Granted, I've paid for it. Everything works here and all the other stuff is taken care of...I'm pretty sure I'll freak the hell out if this new apartment has little creatures or if stuff starts breaking. I'm excited about semi living on my own, but I'm also not used to it. Everyone says it's great, and I'm pretty sure I believe them. Tonight, for example, I'm bumming around in my pajamas, eating pizza and watching Dr. 90210. Granted, Kevin bought the pizza. But he's gone on a shoot and that's fine. It's not exactly living by myself, but I'm totally comfortable with being alone for the night. I guess it's just the unknown. I'm not afraid of it, but I'm curious. I think curious is the word. How am I going to do with it? I mostly just want it to get here. But that tends to be my problem - I'm overeager for the future. The whole living-in-the-moment is something I'm not usually very good at because I constantly want to be prepared for what's going to happen next. It's kind of silly, really.