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My home looks like a very messy archeological dig that has suffered under native hostilities. I might be happier about it, if it'd feature also some delectable fictional archeologists, like maybe Indy or at least pretty (cursed being optional) Egyptian princesses. Or maybe a nice Medjai to ward off all and sundry curses. But, alas, there are none. Just the downstairs neighbour. Though, seeing as he is the one doing all those necessary things like plumbing and floors and stuff, I really cannot complain. Much.
I had mostly repressed the memory how shitty it is to live in a flat that's being renovated. Anyway, last time it happened (6 years ago) I managed to escape to Uppsala for some practice-seeing in the SLU horse clinic - but now I'm spending my vacation rearranging furniture and washing my hair in the sink (thank god I don't have the almost waist-length hair I once did). Everything is constantly covered with dust. My books are in boxes. Mynock - the eldest cat- took one look on the cardboard boxes and decided based on past experience that we're OMG!Moving!Evil!Apocalypse! and has hidden under the bed. She came out at night to take away my pillow and stare at me reaproachfully (Also, to pee on the couch as it turned out later. I'm gonna have to refurbish the couch once this mess is over.). Today she relocated under the warderobe.
On the bright side, it might be as early as tomorrow that I'll get my shower back!! And when the whole ordeal is over, the flat should have a) a tiny bath instead of a shower (almost done, check; the floor WAS leaking. grrr.), a toilet (it's an old barrack-type house from 1920-30's, so there was originally common one toilet per floor, probably added in 1950s; in the stage of having walls and water, but not much else yet), new windows (already done, yay), new floor tiles in bathroom-toilet-in front of the door-in the kitchen corner (tiles bought, part of floor stripped of old), new kitchen cupboards (ordered, not yet delivered), new wallpaper in the kitchen (bought, not yet put up). Additionally, I bought a huge section-type cupboard or whaddayacallem (oldfashioned and used, because all modern ones that I could afford made me cry 'eyes, my eyes' and crawl away in pain), to finally make room for books. That is the main reason for the cardboard boxes of doom that scared the cat. I disassembled an old shelves-cum-table monster Dad put together 6 years ago and I have scratches and bruises to prove it. Then I moved the warderobe (take everything out, move, put everything back in). Then I spent some quality time wielding the vacuum cleaner. My back is trying to tell me something, but I'm trying to ignore it.
So, just for some light fun I played around with meez.com while drinking my morning coffee (I think it was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ithidrial who once pointed the thingy out - thanks. It's fun.
And I'm aware, yes, that I chose a male avatar, but frankly, I don't look like that program's female body even in my dreams (um, and I really don't want to. I mean, I can look AT it gladly, but not in the mirror). Actually, if I was drawn in that kind of anime-like style, I imagine I'd look just like that. With a bit bigger boobs, and not quite so skinny any more, but unfortunately seems one cannot choose 'small boobs' as accessories to one's meez. *laughs* And if you don't believe me, evidence is here.
Now, I have no more coffee and I have to take the dog to a quick walk, before a friend gets here to help me to assemble the big cupboard-thingy when it's delivered. At least now my books ought to have more room. And one finds interesting things this way - for example, my daily planner from the last year of the high school (ulp..it's been...too many years.). It's filled with a) lesson plans in a very orderly handwriting - though for *cough* some reason Psychology is constantly speled Psychopathy, for example; b) little newspaper cutouts featuring jokes, wordplays and horses. And quotes from Oscar Wilde, but I guess these qualify under the first two categories.; c) at the date of the last schoolday there is a little haiku in Estonian that says:
Lõpeb kool. Lähme
kõik helges tulevikus
rõõmsalt persse me.
(Rough translation would be: The school ends. We all
in shiny future go
joyfully to hell.)
In short, I'm reassured I've always been weird.
ETA: I have neighbours made of AWESOME *bows in front of neighbours*. The section-cupboard thingy when delivered was not sectioned very much. And my neighbours spent hours dragging those huge cupboards up on the second floor and installing them. I am so grateful that I'm almost exploding. Also, this is one of those times that makes me pout re: female lack of, you know, puling power. I dislike sitting idly by and not being able to be of any help. But those were freaking heavy things, so yeah.
Cats are investigating the cupboards for kitty perching places. Sadly, they're gonna soon be chased away and replaced with books. *drags herself back to work*.
I had mostly repressed the memory how shitty it is to live in a flat that's being renovated. Anyway, last time it happened (6 years ago) I managed to escape to Uppsala for some practice-seeing in the SLU horse clinic - but now I'm spending my vacation rearranging furniture and washing my hair in the sink (thank god I don't have the almost waist-length hair I once did). Everything is constantly covered with dust. My books are in boxes. Mynock - the eldest cat- took one look on the cardboard boxes and decided based on past experience that we're OMG!Moving!Evil!Apocalypse! and has hidden under the bed. She came out at night to take away my pillow and stare at me reaproachfully (Also, to pee on the couch as it turned out later. I'm gonna have to refurbish the couch once this mess is over.). Today she relocated under the warderobe.
On the bright side, it might be as early as tomorrow that I'll get my shower back!! And when the whole ordeal is over, the flat should have a) a tiny bath instead of a shower (almost done, check; the floor WAS leaking. grrr.), a toilet (it's an old barrack-type house from 1920-30's, so there was originally common one toilet per floor, probably added in 1950s; in the stage of having walls and water, but not much else yet), new windows (already done, yay), new floor tiles in bathroom-toilet-in front of the door-in the kitchen corner (tiles bought, part of floor stripped of old), new kitchen cupboards (ordered, not yet delivered), new wallpaper in the kitchen (bought, not yet put up). Additionally, I bought a huge section-type cupboard or whaddayacallem (oldfashioned and used, because all modern ones that I could afford made me cry 'eyes, my eyes' and crawl away in pain), to finally make room for books. That is the main reason for the cardboard boxes of doom that scared the cat. I disassembled an old shelves-cum-table monster Dad put together 6 years ago and I have scratches and bruises to prove it. Then I moved the warderobe (take everything out, move, put everything back in). Then I spent some quality time wielding the vacuum cleaner. My back is trying to tell me something, but I'm trying to ignore it.
So, just for some light fun I played around with meez.com while drinking my morning coffee (I think it was
ithidrial who once pointed the thingy out - thanks. It's fun.And I'm aware, yes, that I chose a male avatar, but frankly, I don't look like that program's female body even in my dreams (um, and I really don't want to. I mean, I can look AT it gladly, but not in the mirror). Actually, if I was drawn in that kind of anime-like style, I imagine I'd look just like that. With a bit bigger boobs, and not quite so skinny any more, but unfortunately seems one cannot choose 'small boobs' as accessories to one's meez. *laughs* And if you don't believe me, evidence is here.
Now, I have no more coffee and I have to take the dog to a quick walk, before a friend gets here to help me to assemble the big cupboard-thingy when it's delivered. At least now my books ought to have more room. And one finds interesting things this way - for example, my daily planner from the last year of the high school (ulp..it's been...too many years.). It's filled with a) lesson plans in a very orderly handwriting - though for *cough* some reason Psychology is constantly speled Psychopathy, for example; b) little newspaper cutouts featuring jokes, wordplays and horses. And quotes from Oscar Wilde, but I guess these qualify under the first two categories.; c) at the date of the last schoolday there is a little haiku in Estonian that says:
Lõpeb kool. Lähme
kõik helges tulevikus
rõõmsalt persse me.
(Rough translation would be: The school ends. We all
in shiny future go
joyfully to hell.)
In short, I'm reassured I've always been weird.
ETA: I have neighbours made of AWESOME *bows in front of neighbours*. The section-cupboard thingy when delivered was not sectioned very much. And my neighbours spent hours dragging those huge cupboards up on the second floor and installing them. I am so grateful that I'm almost exploding. Also, this is one of those times that makes me pout re: female lack of, you know, puling power. I dislike sitting idly by and not being able to be of any help. But those were freaking heavy things, so yeah.
Cats are investigating the cupboards for kitty perching places. Sadly, they're gonna soon be chased away and replaced with books. *drags herself back to work*.
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[nods] and throw in a back injury and it's pout city. I just like being able to do things for myself. My boss scolded me for years when he'd see me hauling heavy things up to my file room in the loft, pointing out we had many strong men who were sitting around doing nothing. Now I ask [g]
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