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Today's soundtrack is "Midnight City" by M83. I absolutely love this song. I heard it in an episode of "How To Make It In America" and I wrote down the lyrics, googled it and bought it off Itunes. Now it's one of my most listened songs! As you may notice, I haven't updated this in ages. I'm no longer in Texas. I'm back in CA. And I'm miserable, like always! Nothing has changed at all. I still have my job, still have to move out of my house (and we still don't know when), and I still would rather sleep in until 12 than do anything else. Things that are different. I am more actively looking for a place to buy. I put an offer in at one place, but they accepted someone else's cash offer instead. There's another place I want, but I can't go look at it until Saturday (it's the same layout as the last place, only updated). I've been to a lot of places, but none that I actually would want to own. I want a townhouse so I don't have anyone above me except my family. I want 3 bedrooms so I don't have to share with Kourtney when she moves home over the summer. And I want a decent kitchen (which I can always fix up later down the road, so that's not a big huge deal to me). But I only can afford up to $200,000 and there's not that much that low. What there is gets snatched up super quickly, so I have to act fast. I have a feeling that we're gonna have to live with Aunt Cathy for a little while.... Ugh, don't get me started on losing the house. It's fucking bullshit. This is Dad's best year! He's made more money this year than he has EVER, and we still have to sell our house. I want to cut someone's fucking throat. Well not really. I want CHASE as a company to pull their heads out of their asses and help people instead of screwing them over. I have to pack my room up, it's a mess. I put all my DVDs (at the time, I've already accrued more) into under-the-bed storage containers, but I still have my new DVDs, my TV shows, and all my books to put away. Then I have all my clothes, my pictures, my knick knacks, those crazy dolls that grandma made.... It's a lot of stuff. It's daunting and I don't want to do it. I am still totally in denial about having to move. I keep telling myself if I don't pack then it's not really real. But.... it is. So that's that. I went to the dentist yesterday for the first time in 4 years. It was not good. I have to go back 3 more times to get everything fixed up. I love Obama for giving me healthcare coverage again. It's scary to not have insurance. Oh my god I am tired. Can I crawl back into my very comfy bed? And not have to wake up again? I know I just had yesterday off (and trust me, working 4 days is soooo much better than working 5, I don't even care about the paycheck difference), but I want a naptime too.