WOOHOO New Apartment!

So, I moved last week. Overall, it was a pretty simple move. Though this happened. 

Yep, I lost power on my first day. With all the power trouble I had at my old place, I really hope that this was just a weird coincidence and not an omen. 

Anyway, the apartment is bigger than my old place, so that's pretty cool. I've been burning lots of cardio unpacking. 

Boyfriend likes it, mostly.

He's a little crazy about certain things sticking out and whatnot.

So we fixed the apartment so Boyfriend likes it, and now it's all good. 

I'm trying to hold out until July, but we'll see. Kitty kitty kitty time. 

Packing and Boxes and Moving, Oh My!

I’m moving next week! Do you know what that means?

Yes, yay. It means something else, too.

Yep, it’s packing time. I decided to start small.

Boyfriend had some good advice.

I’ve concluded that packing triggers some kind of black magic, where you pack boxes and boxes and there’s always still stuff left and it crushes your spirit.

Wish me luck.

Houses for Gia!

As I've mentioned before, I'm considering moving this summer into a new apartment where I can have cats. Here are some of the homes I've considered.

A blanket fort/pillow tent. 

A mountain-home.

A castle.

An old abandoned house overrun with cats.

What say you all? Where would you live?

I Don't Do Well in the Heat.

This probably is not a huge shock to anyone, but I do not do well in the heat. I become sweaty angry Gia. And in case you haven’t noticed or read my post from earlier this month, the entire east coast has been about 10,000 degrees.

Yes, this is becoming a problem. Especially because the ac at work is fickle, so sometimes my side of the building ends up getting super hot.

Yes, it makes my hair frizzy and my makeup run.
 

And you know what else I hate about the heat? Cars. Thank God Boyfriend got me a sun visor because this was happening every day:

Wait, you can’t tell what’s happening here? Let me explain:

Seriously. Dark interior suuuucks.

I’ve been blasting in the ac in my apartment to keep cool.

Boyfriend's reaction:

No, no I do not.

Sure, my bank account is sad, but it’s worth it.

One of the few things I do miss about my old apartment was the pool. I’ve actually been driving home on the weekends to chill at my parent’s little above ground pool. It’s the only thing that seems to work.

Happy Gia:

Wait, happier Gia:

Everything is better with ice cream.

Thwarted!

Last Monday, I took the day off work to get errands done. Result? Most frustrating day ever.

Firstly, I needed to go to the dmv and get a new license. I googled their address.

Secondly, I needed to go to the registration place to get new plates for my car.

Then I decided to go to the mall to do a little shopping and look at comfy futons.

FINE. I went to Target and they no longer had a sample futon out that I had seen a few weeks ago. So I decided to go to a mattress store to check out futons there.

Then I gave up and went home. Because seriously, what the fuck? My day would have more productive if I literally stayed in bed all day.

Lesson learned. Don’t try to be productive, ever.