We're Moving: We Moved

Right, so we're in the house, yeah.  We're a bit settled in here now, but this, right now, is honestly the longest I've sat down and done nothing here at this house since we moved in.  I've never worked as hard for such a stretch of time than I did last week.  It was such a whirlwind of work I don't even realize how much I did, but I know I didn't stop moving for five straight days.

The big question I had before the move was "we're not packing, I don't know how this is going to go."  Well, my answer is shitty.  No, don't do that.  The thinking was, we're not moving very far, we don't need to pack everything just to unpack it again a minute later.  What ended up happening is us just throwing random shit into bags and boxes and hauling it all over here over the course of four days.  It would have been much, much faster if we had packed and cleaned in the weeks leading up to the move, but honestly, we took the lazy, under pressure route, which was way harder than just packing up a bunch of organized boxes and moving them efficently.  It was a mistake, and it cause us to move things multiple times in stead of OHIO (only handle it once).  Don't do that when you move.  Take time to pack and clean slowly in the days and weeks leading up your move.

It's funny because I really thought I was keeping a clean apartment before.  No, I wasn't.  I was keeping the main areas clean, I suppose, but the nooks and crannies of our apartment were filthy.  Dog hair and dust just EVERYWHERE.  Lots of work was done, but when we finished, the maintenance man for the complex said our work made the place nearly move-in ready for the next tenant.  That felt good to hear.

I'm not sure what sucked worse, the lifting of heavy crap and the stress of where we are going to put it all, since we have less storage in the new place, or the cleaning of the old place.  It's pretty equal, but if there's one thing I learned from the experience is that Mr. Clean Magic Erasers are amazing.  They do everything, man.  They're just clean up whatever you need to scrub.  I highly recommend that product to everyone for everything.

So we're in the new house, there is shit everywhere, and I don't feel like putting it away right now.  I haven't gotten to procrastinate on anything in a while, so now I'm going to sit here and watch football and wait for my wife to come home from work.  When she gets home, we're going to Best Buy to get iPhone 5s'.  Pretty excited about it, I'm not going to lie.

Here's a pic of the new house.  I will take more pictures and post them HERE later, once more stuff is put away.

The Old Me's Dead and Gone (to you)

I just wrote an entire blog post, edited it, reread it, and deleted it. I simply could not put those thoughts and feelings out on the internet. I'm not that kind of person. BUT, I will touch on the subject, without blasting someone in the process.

The subject I refer to above, is the feeling of being forgotten, like out of sight out of mind, sort of thing. Now, as I have made it painfully clear in the past year or so, I am a transplant from one part of the country to another, and that means I moved away from a lot of people that I love and care about. The feeling is mutual, even if they don't quite say so everyday. Or even if it's very rare that you hear from them at all. I know those people back home are my friends. There's no question about it. Some people have a harder time than others understanding this, and that's okay, they didn't expect to be "forgotten" about after they moved. I was expecting it, because I had a friend go through the same thing, so I knew what to expect. He didn't, and that's how I learned what to expect. His misery is my gain, sort of, I guess.

Well anyway, I feel bad for the guy, man. He still feels forgotten about after all this time, and it really shouldn't be that way. I know that people back home are busy, and have probably moved on from you and I. They don't have time to call or text or message you on facebook, because they have lives that we're not a part of anymore. It's a sad reality, but nonetheless, reality. You can't go harboring grudges against the people you once called friends back home because they never contact you. You're just not around anymore. You're out of sight! I understand this, and I hope someday you will too.

I Wanna Look Like That Guy

As of this moment, I'm pretty positive I will not be moving to Tumblr. I have no interest in it, now that a certain 15 year old is not around to convince me that I should do such a thing. Also, I would like to continue spelling that word with the extra E they decided to leave out. No, I'm having a hard enough time being a good Blogger to move to another site. Not that moving to another site would make things harder or easier to update, but you know what I mean. Oh, you don't know what I mean? Me either.

So I'm trying to be a good blogger now. I'm doing my best.

So the summer is creeping ever closer, and with the summer comes swimming weather. It also brings with it severe thunderstorms, and hot steering wheels. Also, sweltering band practices. Which one do you want to hear about?

Imma go with swimming weather.

I decided to go for a run in the fitness center last week because of this reason, mainly. Also, my other band mates are all running and working out to look good, and become superstars. So I decided to do my part and go for a run on the treadmill as well. I have always had a little bit of extra bits on me, some would call it "more to love." I call it unsightly, but that's my opinion, man. I don't care what others look like, and society has told me that I should look like "exhibit A" in this ad, or whatever. Cool, I'll buy it. I should look like these people, because image is important to me. I do want to look good, but I don't know if you know this about me, but I'm pretty lazy. The only way to look like those people is to go work out. Keyword for me in that phrase is work. Man, running is hard. My legs were pretty sore on Wednesday, the day after the workout. By the way, this is what I was doing instead of blogging. I was running. Which is healthy, and blogging equals sitting on the ol' ass. I should figure out a way to run, and blog! I wonder if there's a audio transcriber or something that I can talk into while running, that will write what I say, and post it!

Doubtful.

Sometimes, through all my attempted deepness, and my wanna be Art-ness, I am pretty superficial. I know this. I also have a bit of an ego. I feel like it takes someone with an ego to have a twitter like mine. You must have a feeling of deep self-importance to be able to put the stuff you're doing and thinking about out there for whoever feels like reading it, and assume people care. I like confidence, I respect it. The point being that maybe I use web-confidence as a mask for my unhappiness of my weight, which really isn't that bad of a problem. I'm 6 feet tall, and weigh 223 on the home scale in the morning, and 233 on the scale in the gym here at work, later in the day, with all my clothes on, so it's somewhere in there. It's enough of a problem for me to feel that I need to do something about it. There are people that look much chubbier than I and don't really way that much more than me, so I don't get it. Maybe it's my massive muscles?

So I want to get into swimming shape, so I look good at the pool. I also want to look good on stage and in photo shoots, and paparazzi pics. (I'm amazed right now that I spelled Paparazzi correctly on the first try.) I want to look like that guy. But it's a lot of work, and I don't know if I'm up for it. We shall see.

Moving?

I've received an interesting business offer recently. I was receiving heavy pressure from a certain 15 year old to change some things around these parts. I received a very lucrative offer to move this blog. An offer to move from Blogger to Tumblr.

Ditch Blogger? Haven't I just gotten good at maintaining this for the first time ever? Why would I change it right now? That just seems absurd. But...I don't know. And when I say lucrative, I mean she said "You should sign up for a Tumblr." Tumblr seems entertaining enough, and I know how to maintain a blog now, so you would think it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Plus, I've been pounding away at these keys on blogger and gaining "no traction" for a few months now, and I know that with a connection to a well-liked Tumblr, that could help get my message out there. That message, by the way, is utter nonsense. I need to spread utter nonsense all over the place. Utter nonsense also sounds like unpasteurized milk, don't you think?

But seriously. If I moved to Tumblr, would I enjoy it? I mean, for real, I enjoy just writing stuff down. The site on which I do it shouldn't matter, because this ain't no goddamn social networking.

On a completely different side note, I don't know if it's my word selection this morning, but I have never seen so many red squiggly lines in my life. It's a rough morning, to say the least.

So if I decide to make the jump, I will make sure you readers are the first to know. I already made two leaps to make it to Blogger, so might as well make it a triple jump? First from Livejournal, to Myspace blogs, to here. We shall see. As of right now, I'm not going anywhere. But if enough convincing is done, I just might.