sigh.

sigh., originally uploaded by yenna.

oh, goodness.

i've started packing. it's rough. my credenza was emptied (above, stuff replaced by adorableness), i threw out a large amount of papers and cards and couldn't help but feel a little sad. i save basically everything, and seeing cards from people who i don't speak to for whatever reason, and from times that were less than good... well it makes a person get a little BLAH. but that was over the weekend. i'm better now.

now the cd's and dvd's are packed and i emptied my closet and threw out two bags of old clothes. some shelves are empty, the apartment is the messiest it's ever been and as i look around i realize that i have way too much stuff and living in the same apartment for 2+ years, especially considering i never really left said place for a few months, well. it's overwhelming.

i have no idea how i'll pack everything, but i've started early and have already told myself that a lot of things need to go. this is about a fresh start, so half the apartment is being given away, thrown out or sold. and today i had to fight with my current dumbass management company, which makes packing a little easier and happier.

i know moving is stressful, i know this you guys. and yes, i know management companies fucking suck but these people. these fucking people. are making me pay my rent for this month. AGAIN. and do i have an extra $700? FUCK NO. and if i call them to straighten things out i get transferred to voicemail and not called back. awesome. soooo awesome. i keep telling myself two more weeks. two more weeks. two more weeks. fresh start fresh start. meh, it's jsut so disconcerting because every time i start to get back on my feet, finance wise, something fucking smacks me ove rthe head and sets me back. i was starting to save, starting to be able to pay people back and now... yea. awesome.

maybe the new apartment will have one of those there money trees i hear folks have. but! in awesome news! my boss sat me down monday and we went through my work for the last couple of months and i am now permanent freelancer. which is kind of gay, but also really awesome. and come third quarter (or something, isnt it 3rd quarter now.... i am obviously a moron) they'll most likely hire me as production designer. so, that's all sorts of good. the gig is mine, basically, unless i totally fuck up some direct mail piece and get fired. uh. lets not even talk about that.