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Not much to say, really. Nothing special happening in my life at the moment. My parents are coming to visit in a couple of weeks, though, and they're bringing my gecko :-D I'm very happy that I will finally have Anna back It's been about a year now since she's been mine :-(
We put the new bookcase together today, finally! Well, mostly I put it together ;-) Dan tells me I'm definitely my father's daughter because I'm apparently "handy." I thought he was being facetious because I'm so home-repair/tool ignorant (in fact, my relatives who read this are probably laughing hysterically reading about the likelihood of me being "handy"), but he was completely serious. Granted, I'm far better at hammering a nail into anything than I once was, and I'm actually not horrible (though not amazing by any stretch) at putting sauderwood furniture together ;-) Anyway, now we can finally get rid of some more boxes. Ha. We have too many books between the two of us. Well, can one ever really have too many books? I think I'll only ever say yes when I'm in the process of boxing them up to move. Books are the easiest thing to pack, though, at least. I think we have more boxes of books than we do anything else.
Also, with the new bookcase I finally got to unpack my Phantom snowglobes and such. One of my San Francisco Music Box Company POTO snowglobes is broken! I was heartbroken. It's my favorite one because it pictures the Phantom with his skull staff during the Wandering Child scene (obviously my favorite scene--in the show and in the story, I do believe. There's something so innocent and sweet and heartbreaking and seductive about it). The water is nearly gone (though it didn't seem to leak and there aren't any cracks) and the figure is at an odd angle in the globe.
I really need to take photos of the apartment now that we've got the apartment pretty much put together. We still don't have it all together, but we're leaps and bounds closer than we were a month ago.
Obviously, my life is far from exciting at the moment ;-) Oh! I should preface the following for my mom: you probably don't want to read this, Mom O:-)
More fun ghosty stuff! You may or may not remember the previous entry where I discussed why I think there is a ghost or something in the apartment. Dan hateshateshates to believe in these things after the silly, fluffy neo-pagan phases we went through at one point, but even he is forced to admit that there is something very odd in our apartment. Last night our cat was running and jumping around as usual (she was playing with a toy), and the bathroom door SLAMMED shut on her when she was about to go into the bathroom. Dan actually saw it slam shut (we were in the kitchen). Now, the bathroom door opens into the bathroom, so whatever caused the slam had to be actually in the bathroom, and the window was completely shut (Dan flipped out and checked it a little later once he wasn't freaking out quite so much), so it wasn't a wind from outside.
He's rather freaking out about it because he's never actually lived in a place with activity like this. I'm used to silly little tricky things from the ghost we're certain lives in my parents' house, so it doesn't bother me. I don't feel terrified like I always did when I was anywhere by myself in Jeremy's grandparents' house, and I don't even feel as much presence (for as little as there really was) as I did in my parents' house, so I don't worry about it. I don't even really feel much of a presence at all, and given how sensitive I've always been to those things I take that as meaning it's very benign and I don't need to worry about anything. Which I don't. I'm trying to convince him not to worry, either, and to not talk about it while we're in the house so he doesn't end up stirring more stuff up. This may sound crazy if you don't believe in these things, but I try to make it very clear to whatever these things are (anywhere I might be) that I've never seen anything and that I really really REALLY don't want to see anything while acknowledging that I believe its presence and that I have no problems with it so long as I continue to not see and not be scared of it. I'm debating whether or not we should bring the situation up to the owner and her boyfriend (both of whom have lived/worked in the space) and see if they have any stories or any knowledge of who/what it may be. I get the feeling that they aren't skeptical about these sorts of things, so maybe.
Okay, I think it's just about time to head out now. I hope you all have a good night/good day, depending on when you read this!
We put the new bookcase together today, finally! Well, mostly I put it together ;-) Dan tells me I'm definitely my father's daughter because I'm apparently "handy." I thought he was being facetious because I'm so home-repair/tool ignorant (in fact, my relatives who read this are probably laughing hysterically reading about the likelihood of me being "handy"), but he was completely serious. Granted, I'm far better at hammering a nail into anything than I once was, and I'm actually not horrible (though not amazing by any stretch) at putting sauderwood furniture together ;-) Anyway, now we can finally get rid of some more boxes. Ha. We have too many books between the two of us. Well, can one ever really have too many books? I think I'll only ever say yes when I'm in the process of boxing them up to move. Books are the easiest thing to pack, though, at least. I think we have more boxes of books than we do anything else.
Also, with the new bookcase I finally got to unpack my Phantom snowglobes and such. One of my San Francisco Music Box Company POTO snowglobes is broken! I was heartbroken. It's my favorite one because it pictures the Phantom with his skull staff during the Wandering Child scene (obviously my favorite scene--in the show and in the story, I do believe. There's something so innocent and sweet and heartbreaking and seductive about it). The water is nearly gone (though it didn't seem to leak and there aren't any cracks) and the figure is at an odd angle in the globe.
I really need to take photos of the apartment now that we've got the apartment pretty much put together. We still don't have it all together, but we're leaps and bounds closer than we were a month ago.
Obviously, my life is far from exciting at the moment ;-) Oh! I should preface the following for my mom: you probably don't want to read this, Mom O:-)
More fun ghosty stuff! You may or may not remember the previous entry where I discussed why I think there is a ghost or something in the apartment. Dan hateshateshates to believe in these things after the silly, fluffy neo-pagan phases we went through at one point, but even he is forced to admit that there is something very odd in our apartment. Last night our cat was running and jumping around as usual (she was playing with a toy), and the bathroom door SLAMMED shut on her when she was about to go into the bathroom. Dan actually saw it slam shut (we were in the kitchen). Now, the bathroom door opens into the bathroom, so whatever caused the slam had to be actually in the bathroom, and the window was completely shut (Dan flipped out and checked it a little later once he wasn't freaking out quite so much), so it wasn't a wind from outside.
He's rather freaking out about it because he's never actually lived in a place with activity like this. I'm used to silly little tricky things from the ghost we're certain lives in my parents' house, so it doesn't bother me. I don't feel terrified like I always did when I was anywhere by myself in Jeremy's grandparents' house, and I don't even feel as much presence (for as little as there really was) as I did in my parents' house, so I don't worry about it. I don't even really feel much of a presence at all, and given how sensitive I've always been to those things I take that as meaning it's very benign and I don't need to worry about anything. Which I don't. I'm trying to convince him not to worry, either, and to not talk about it while we're in the house so he doesn't end up stirring more stuff up. This may sound crazy if you don't believe in these things, but I try to make it very clear to whatever these things are (anywhere I might be) that I've never seen anything and that I really really REALLY don't want to see anything while acknowledging that I believe its presence and that I have no problems with it so long as I continue to not see and not be scared of it. I'm debating whether or not we should bring the situation up to the owner and her boyfriend (both of whom have lived/worked in the space) and see if they have any stories or any knowledge of who/what it may be. I get the feeling that they aren't skeptical about these sorts of things, so maybe.
Okay, I think it's just about time to head out now. I hope you all have a good night/good day, depending on when you read this!
