So I moved downstairs. I have my bed, my black trunk (on which I have vowed many a drunken time, that I would keel over and die), my old TV (thank you God!) and 1 chair. There are also two other beds for future housemates, but for right now, I’m hanging out with a fern and my bougainvillea. My kitchen has 1 water purifier, 1 sparkly new saucepan, a stove and that’s it. The bathroom is rather nattily outfitted with an orange bucket and mug and 1 too-small geyser. I spent all day yesterday going up and down moving my stuff. By 10:00 pm I was so exhausted, that I couldn’t sleep till 2 in the morning. Has that happened to you? That you’re so tired, you just cannot sleep?
I discovered that the cupboards downstairs are rather deep so all my books fit in 2 compartments which is awesome! I definitely need to buy more and fill up the place. I also have a lot of cupboard space in the main hall, so much so, that I now have an entire section for just stationery! How cool is that? Unfortunately the shoe rack is like this dirty brown and I want to get it repainted a nicer colour, like black with white trim. And I’ve no idea what to put on it. The shoes go inside but there’s a lot of surface area that I could use but is currently collecting dust, except I don’t have a lot of knickknacks. I collect postcards and bells (I love bells and my ‘collection’ consists of 3 bells; one of which I stole from the house of a person I know, not a friend though. I don’t steal from friends 
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Oh and thanks to my mum, I have a lot of Jesus-inspired stickers and stuff all over the bloody place. I can’t do much about it either. Every time I try she turns into a loud paranoid banshee. sigh
Since it is a ground-floor apartment, there’s not a lot of natural light and that is tragic! I don’t see how I’m ever going to wake up and stay active. The cave-like lighting just makes me sleepy. But then again, I’m very rarely completely awake and full of beans, so I guess that’s not too big a deal.
I always thought that I’d have a more whimsical house when I got my own place. You know, murals and bright colours, quotes on the walls and different coloured doors… Instead, I have cream curtains that are saved from blending in with the walls thanks to a raw-silk red one in the middle. Unfortunately, that one is completely see-through. People walking down the road can look in and watch me pretend to be a rock star or one of those chicas from those hiphop videos. (What? I like to pop, lock and drop it in the privacy of my room…)
All my furniture will be the stuff that is currently upstairs now… So basically I have to wait for the furniture dudes to get their act together before I get furniture. I loved waking up to an empty house this morning. Sadly, since there is nothing in the kitchen, I have go upstairs for food and coffee. But I’ve decided that this is a perfect opportunity to teach myself how to cook, it can’t be that hard, can it? And I’m definitely buying me an oven a little later.
The first thing I am going to buy is a DVD player. Movie parties! Oh wait, my parents live on the 2nd floor… one-woman movie marathons, yay!
I still smoke in the loo though, and if I have smokers over, they’ll probably have to smoke in there as well. I promised my dad I won’t smoke inside the house. The loo smoke is my last one for the day, so it’s not too bad. It’s not like I’m ‘smoking-smoking’ inside the house… 
{big love}
