||[Apr. 2nd, 2006|12:06 am]
|||||After Hours by The Velvet Underground||]|
I moved today.
To a part of Irvine where the houses are a s lightly lighter shade.
My dad doesn't like hiring professionals (He thinks they just damage everything), so, guess who was there to help move the refrigerator? Since about 12 o'clock, with the exception of a couple breaks (And me taking a sit down to read some Kill Me Comics!), all I can say is, I fucking hate fridges. New Rule: You can't move a fridge, they stay with the house. If it breaks? Well fuck you, you starve to death.
I went to San Chou in the morning, only other person there for it was Spock, and King just had us time our own rounds because she was busy with the workout class. It was interesting. Then Danny showed up and I kicked him in the crotch on accident. Weeeee.
I'm going to have to help finish moving after I nap (After this update). I am so sore. Fuck.