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Pretend this post is using one of my oldschool Moody icons, let's say this one. It's very likely I'm going to cave and pay LJ so I can get my icons back, and I hate doing it. I feel like a sheep, but three icons, and none of 'em ever what I want to use half the time, is not enough.

I just wish we could pay LJ to not suck. That'd be awesome.

Anyway.

I start back to school in a little under two weeks. Right now I don't even know where my class schedule is, but I have two weeks to find it. I also have two weeks to do all fo the crap I was really honestly I swear to god for real this time gonna do this summer.

I'm pathetic. I know this.

And I forget what else I was going to say. I'm going to bed now.

Bah! Damn this apartment!

Today's icon. Jack is in a bad mood, and so'm I.

I didn't actually get to bed last night until closer to 4:30 than the 3:30something I posted the last LJ entry at. Stupid bloody muses that refuse to shut up... This one hasn't talked to me much for a while, and now suddenly she refuses to shut up. Bah.

So I was very annoyed to wake up around 9:00 this morning, after not much sleep and a very long hot afternoon (we went to do a pre-drywall tour of the house to make sure they put all the stuff where it's supposed to be, and all). I was thinking about going back to sleep, because, you know, it's 9AM, and I'm still on vacation.

And then- there's this sound like little running footsteps on the top of the bookcase across the room. I look, can't see anything, grab my glasses and head over to have a look. Muttering to myself about how if it's a mouse or a troop of bugs or something, I'm going to go postal.

Nope. Nothing living. Just the air conditioner vent dripping water. It was kind of gushing for a while, now it's slowed to a really obnoxious drip. I moved the bookcase, checked my stuff, which is for the most part miraculiously dry, unplugged the alarm clock just in case, shoved a couple towels under there, and called my mother. Mom was less than thrilled. She called the landlord, who's going to call us back when he hears from the AC guy.

This could take, um, a while, as it's summer in Fresno, we're in the middle of a heat wave, going for a record number of days over 100 degrees... so the AC repair types are probably qutie busy. Just my freaking luck.

I'm going to wait about another hour to hear from the landlord, then I'm going to take a nap. Which I'll probably have to do in Mom's room, because argh, the noise... Drip, drip, drip... SHUT UP!

On the other hand, maybe I should take that nap in my room. If I'm gonna be stuck with this for a few days, might as well start getting used to it.

This is really, really aggravating, coming on the heels of the tour of the house, and hearing about all the extra stuff they put in, that we don't have hear, smoke detectors in every room, and insulation, and an AC unit which will probably never do what this one is doing right now... I stood in what's going to be my room yesterday afternoon, and I could start to see the house taking shape in my mind, how it's going to look when it's done. And then I come back to this. Bah. But we get another tour after the drywall and such goes up, when it'll look more like a house. Can't wait.

The sad thig is that now I'm almost looking forward to going back to school, as it'll get me out of this bloody apartment. (Not that I'd like to have been at school all day and come home to a great sopping mess in the carpet, but...)

Right now I just kind of want to throw things.