Happiness is that state of consciousness which proceeds from the achievement of one's values. -Ayn Rand-
i did it! i got my 4.0 again! now i'll have two more letters to put on my fridge, and can maybe wallpaper a closet later if i so choose... a very small closet of course.
well, now that that's over, i have absolutely nothing to do for the next 18 days until the next semester starts. well, i actually have a ton to do, but nothing too taxing mentally. huey needs to be packed, and the house needs to be readied for sabrina to move in and for the big home inspection (again) on the 21st. also my mom finally found a house she wants and is going to be closing on it Aug 31st, so she'll be moving all September and needs help now packing and sorting and generally wading through the sea of crap that she has managed to accumulate over the last 27 years.
it's actually good that she's moving. as much as i love my childhood home and will be sad to see it sold off, levelled, and the whole woods made into 6 other houses, i think it's time. the roof which was redone back when i first started college was basically slapped together by morons so it is now leaking on a regular basis and, as we found out last week when the entire awning and gutter fell off the side of the house, it is rotted through. the whole house was thrown together in the late 70's as a good idea (it originally had a huge fish tank built into the wall between the living room and first room in the hallway, meant to be an office but converted to a bedroom when my mom had them tear the tank back out) but it wasn't done properly and i'm actually amazed the thing has stood as long as it has. i remember in high school the crack in the ceiling of my room getting bigger and bigger by the month and later finding out that the rest of the house was actually settling in on top of me... we had to build a new load-bearing wall to jack the rest of the house back into place. it kind of jutted out into the middle of the room and looked weird, but was far more practical than having the dining room fall onto my bed.
so my mom has this house in powder springs, built in a subdivision, with an actual name, and a home owners' association (man, they don't know what they've gotten themselves into) and something like five bedrooms, a basement and all that jazz. it's not exactly the nice, quiet retirement kind of place we were thinking she'd go for, considering her bionic hip doens't exactly like stairs too much (she even suggested getting herself a stair lift, like the one the old lady uses in gremlins and we all know what happened to her) but she seems to like it a lot and everyone else who has seen it says it's cool. the great thing about all of us is that we are so easily impressed because we are used to that old house she's been in for so long.
okay, enough about moving. everyone and their grandmother (including mine!) is going to be moving in the next month i think. except me... everyone's moving about, scurrying around me... i feel like the eye of a storm.
