We’re here in the new apartment, and… well… it’s a little smaller than my old one. But a lot free-er, so, you know.
We’ve managed to put most of the clothes away, quasi arrange the kitchen, and that’s about it. There is a wall of boxes in the living room, with a tiny walkway to get from the couch to the kitchen or hallway. I’m working on CDs, DVDs, and books, and I must say, I’m not entirely sure I now recommend that two English majors get married. Good Lord.
All in all, it is slowly starting to feel a bit more like home. I miss the townhouse, but I think about buying a house in a year or so, and it makes it better.
Grad classes have started and that’s going alright. Both of my courses are online, so I have a lot of flexibility. I think I’m going to delve into my first reading assignment tonight (3 chapters in the instructional tech book). Last week was all internet and discussion board, so I haven’t even cracked the books yet.
My sister-in-law got married this weekend. Twas lovely. She’s 19 and he’s 21, so I hope they are patient with each other. They seem really happy.
I think my parents are ripping me off on my wedding pictures. They are telling me that the $1200 package we bought doesn’t come with anything except the proof book and one 12×16. What? I know that’s not right. I saw the price list when we were talking about buying a package, and it came with 5×7’s and 8×10’s. I remember talking about how it was a good package, because everyone could have an enlarged picture. My theory is that they want to pick out the bigger pictures for themselves and give them to my stepmom’s family so that they don’t have to share with my husband’s family. How’s that for crap and a half? I, however, have a plan. I’m going to enlist someone to call the photographer with the guise of being interested in her services and ask for them to fax a package price list and what each package includes. I can manipulate, too, bitches.
In happier news, we have front row tickets to the Titans on Sunday. Woot!
