October 17, 2008


Every time I move, I get asked "Are you settling in?"


No seriously. I don't understand the question. Am I unpacked? Because yes.... I am. I've been here 2 months and I simply cannot live with boxes. I unpack and hang up my pictures and arrange the furniture within a week of moving. And the only reason it takes a whole week is because I always have to clean for the first few days.

Maybe you're wondering if I've found my way around town? Well, yes. I have. Partially due to GPS, and partially due to my family's fondness for food consumption.

Are you asking if I have friends? Because sorta. Kinda. I mean, I KNOW people. I'm making friends. I'd even consider calling them but I don't know if they like me, and if they secretly hate me, what an awkward phone call that would be. Therefore, I'm friendLY with most everyone, but let's face it, I don't have a Tenille or a Lindy here.... yet.

What kind of answer is expected to that question? "Are you settling in?" HA! What if I were to ask you, "Are you a douche bag?" See how it feels? It's incriminating at the very least.

Therefore, stop asking. Because it's a really stupid question.

P.S. I can't believe nobody guessed my real name. Losers. Just for that I'm not telling.

P.P.S. neiner-neiner-neiner.