So I am all moved in to my new apartment. My three roommates were already here and waiting for me when I arrived, so I feel like how the last piece of the puzzle must feel. Although I did not sleep too well last night, I am optimistic that once I figure out how to close my bedroom window all will be well.
My room is the smallest bedroom in the apartment by far, which I don't mind because it feels like I am in a little cave (except the cave has some original artwork and a homemade quilt). I also have a walk-in closet. Its not like a Sex and the City walk-in, but its more than I have at home (which is a jam cupboard in my family living room). Ho! Someone's car alarm is going off and it would be really cool if that would stop. Maybe its a fire alarm because it keeps going off and then coming back on...
My boyfriend was in town briefly before going back home. He came over with just enough time to make my desk for me. Ikea had taken the liberty to name my desk Fredrik, which I like so that is what I will call him from here on out. My sweet sweet boyfriend did not know he was being hailed to assemble Fredrik but he did so nonetheless, sweet sweet sucker that he is. He had to leave to work the labour day weekend back home but he returns in twelve days, until then I have Fredrik to keep me company. And three roommates too I guess.
Once the ol bf left we had visitors! Friends from last year who we had not see... well, since last year! They brought salsa, chips, beer and chocolate with them-- needless to say we will be inviting them over as much as they want. We reminisced on inside jokes from last year (only to realize that we are all wildly inappropriate and offensive people) and talked about our summers. It was good to see them and I am grateful that they fed me. A friend with food is a friend indeed, d00d.
So now I'm just practising my main hobby, sitting around. Stay tuned for more from my second year adventures in Montreal at my sweet new pad on Poop St.
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