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This past weekend I drove up to Orlando on Friday to hang out with Kate, because she has class off that day. It was great; we rented the movie theater room at her apartment complex, where we watched Newsies and then Ethan came over and we watched Mean Girls. You all are soooo lucky I never saw Newsies when I was in the thick of my fanfiction days, because I can tell you right now there would have been some shamefully long stories squirreled away in notebooks under my bed about Jack Kelly. Anyway, that night, Grant,Rebecca, Josh and Rob joined us for dinner at Applebee's, and then most of us went back to Rebecca and Kate's where we proceeded to get drunk and play Katamari Damacy. I was already pretty tipsy from Applebee's, because apparently whatever tolerance for alcohol I did have has been completely demolished by either not having any for months and months or something to do with medication. And for the record, that was my first purchased drink at a restaurant. Delicious, delicious Smirnoffs.
The next day Kate went home to celebrate her birthday with her parents and Rebecca and I decided we needed to go to Target. Josh met us at Waterford Lakes at a craft fair, and then we went over to Petland to make ourselves feel bad about not adopting every animal in the world, and thennn we moved on to Target. As Rebecca and Josh were buying their recycling containers and trash cans and other large, plastic receptacles, I got the call from Grant that he and Bryan were beginning their apartment search, and where should I meet them to tag along?
Bizarre, yes, but I've discovered that I love apartment-hunting, or checking our real-estate of any kind.
(Ahahaha - it's the episode of Sex and the City with Dr. Venture as a foot fetishist. And Will Arnett as the guy who likes to have sex in public places!)
Anyway, apartment shopping. First we stopped by Arden Villas, the place I'm living next fall with Rebecca and Ethan. It has huge rooms, which is a plus. The next place we looked at was Barrington Place, and oh. Good. God. I have to say that if I had been looking for a 2/2, and been shown the upstairs unit like we were on this trip when I toured it looking at 3/3s, I would have picked it in a heartbeat. You would have been hard-pressed to keep me from signing my name on any paper they'd give me. To give you a picture of how much I loved this apartment: a few years ago my friend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mccflute lived with her boyfriend in an apartment in northern Orlando, where it was second-floor and when you opened the front door you immediately had to go up carpeted stairs to the living room, and there was a half-wall on the right and a kitchen in front of you. When Grant and I went over there to visit, I completely fell in love with that layout. It was immediately ingrained my brain as DREAM APARTMENT. So, the second that the girl who was giving us the tour opened the door and I saw stairs, I turned around to Grant and went "DAMMIT."
This story has a sad ending, though, because the next day after Bryan and Grant were already 90% in love with the place, they found out that it has the worst rating of any complex in the UCF area because it takes in low-income families and there are always kids running around unattended.
I'm really disappointed for them. They were already making plans: looking at the walls to see where the TV would go and where the couch would fit, picking rooms, everything. For half a day, they had a dream apartment. (My dream apartment, honestly.) And now not only has it disappeared for them, I won't even get to have it after my Arden Villas lease expires either. Damn you, Barrington Place. Damn you.
That night I stuck around Tivoli for as late as I could to avoid driving home. All three of us watched 3:10 to Yuma and Grant and I drank a little. I'd planned on driving Bryan back to Melbourne to pick up his car, so he drove in my car to pick up his, and by the time we got back to Melbourne I was sober.
I hate coming home, but thankfully the next morning I was off again back to Orlando to Kate's birthday party at Dinosaur World. It was fun and uneventful. Full of plaster dinosaurs. Yesterday - actually, technically two days ago now - I took a group calc quiz that I'm hoping I got a 10/10 on. I'll find out in the morning.
This weekend, Grant, Ethan, Bryan and I are going on a road trip to camp in North Carolina over spring break. I took my dad's gear bag from the office and brought it home. I borrowed a lot of cold weather gear from Bryan's mom, and I've already put that and a few items of clothing in the bag, even though it was only Monday when I did that. I'm pretty damn excited.
I've also been looking at cameras today and debating whether or not to buy the Diana+ camera from Amazon. I'd love to have it, but I'd also love to have it IN NORTH CAROLINA. Unfortunately, it only comes into stock next Wednesday, after we're probably already back here. Not like I don't love my digital camera, but lately it's lens has been a little too unforgiving to me. The Diana offers pretty unfocused colored photos with much less detail. Which I approve of, both on the basis of artistic merit and my own self-esteem. I'm going to bring my digital camera and maybe my dad's older film camera with the insanely large lens. I can't remember what it's called or what brand it is, but it's pretty nice. I don't know - I'm looking on eBay for similar cameras like the Diana and the Kodak Duaflex, because I'd like to play a bit more with photography. Maybe I'll find something.
The next day Kate went home to celebrate her birthday with her parents and Rebecca and I decided we needed to go to Target. Josh met us at Waterford Lakes at a craft fair, and then we went over to Petland to make ourselves feel bad about not adopting every animal in the world, and thennn we moved on to Target. As Rebecca and Josh were buying their recycling containers and trash cans and other large, plastic receptacles, I got the call from Grant that he and Bryan were beginning their apartment search, and where should I meet them to tag along?
Bizarre, yes, but I've discovered that I love apartment-hunting, or checking our real-estate of any kind.
(Ahahaha - it's the episode of Sex and the City with Dr. Venture as a foot fetishist. And Will Arnett as the guy who likes to have sex in public places!)
Anyway, apartment shopping. First we stopped by Arden Villas, the place I'm living next fall with Rebecca and Ethan. It has huge rooms, which is a plus. The next place we looked at was Barrington Place, and oh. Good. God. I have to say that if I had been looking for a 2/2, and been shown the upstairs unit like we were on this trip when I toured it looking at 3/3s, I would have picked it in a heartbeat. You would have been hard-pressed to keep me from signing my name on any paper they'd give me. To give you a picture of how much I loved this apartment: a few years ago my friend
mccflute lived with her boyfriend in an apartment in northern Orlando, where it was second-floor and when you opened the front door you immediately had to go up carpeted stairs to the living room, and there was a half-wall on the right and a kitchen in front of you. When Grant and I went over there to visit, I completely fell in love with that layout. It was immediately ingrained my brain as DREAM APARTMENT. So, the second that the girl who was giving us the tour opened the door and I saw stairs, I turned around to Grant and went "DAMMIT."This story has a sad ending, though, because the next day after Bryan and Grant were already 90% in love with the place, they found out that it has the worst rating of any complex in the UCF area because it takes in low-income families and there are always kids running around unattended.
I'm really disappointed for them. They were already making plans: looking at the walls to see where the TV would go and where the couch would fit, picking rooms, everything. For half a day, they had a dream apartment. (My dream apartment, honestly.) And now not only has it disappeared for them, I won't even get to have it after my Arden Villas lease expires either. Damn you, Barrington Place. Damn you.
That night I stuck around Tivoli for as late as I could to avoid driving home. All three of us watched 3:10 to Yuma and Grant and I drank a little. I'd planned on driving Bryan back to Melbourne to pick up his car, so he drove in my car to pick up his, and by the time we got back to Melbourne I was sober.
I hate coming home, but thankfully the next morning I was off again back to Orlando to Kate's birthday party at Dinosaur World. It was fun and uneventful. Full of plaster dinosaurs. Yesterday - actually, technically two days ago now - I took a group calc quiz that I'm hoping I got a 10/10 on. I'll find out in the morning.
This weekend, Grant, Ethan, Bryan and I are going on a road trip to camp in North Carolina over spring break. I took my dad's gear bag from the office and brought it home. I borrowed a lot of cold weather gear from Bryan's mom, and I've already put that and a few items of clothing in the bag, even though it was only Monday when I did that. I'm pretty damn excited.
I've also been looking at cameras today and debating whether or not to buy the Diana+ camera from Amazon. I'd love to have it, but I'd also love to have it IN NORTH CAROLINA. Unfortunately, it only comes into stock next Wednesday, after we're probably already back here. Not like I don't love my digital camera, but lately it's lens has been a little too unforgiving to me. The Diana offers pretty unfocused colored photos with much less detail. Which I approve of, both on the basis of artistic merit and my own self-esteem. I'm going to bring my digital camera and maybe my dad's older film camera with the insanely large lens. I can't remember what it's called or what brand it is, but it's pretty nice. I don't know - I'm looking on eBay for similar cameras like the Diana and the Kodak Duaflex, because I'd like to play a bit more with photography. Maybe I'll find something.
