I hate IKEA

At this point even my bruises have bruises. Moving day number 2 begins well enough. I've managed to break down every single box in the room and have organized my books to my satisfaction. I love doing my bookshelves. The dvd rack took me a bit longer since every movie had to be put in alphabetical order and divided by genre. Just kidding. They are alphabetical though. My box sets no longer fit with the rest of the dvds and now occupy a stack of milk crates. I need to buy a new tower tomorrow.

And then i turned my energy to the lone Ikea box sitting silently in the center of the room. It seemed easy enough. One measly little box wasn't going to scare me oh no it was not. I circled it a few minutes and wished my daddy had come to Boston to put the thing together but he, the punk, followed momma back to Florida. So i sat next to the box with my trusty new tool chest and proceeded to cut the box open. OH MY GOD there were 50 seperate pieces of wood in there with a large baggie of little metal thingies and instructions written in every language except english! My roommate Kevin laughed and came to check on me when i howled. He picked up the paper and read the directions aloud. That was when i realized the instruction booklet was written in MALE. I don't read MALE. I speak and understand it on occasion but i sure as hell don't read it. Luckily the instructions came in picture form on a different sheet.

Kevin wandered off to clean our shared bathroom. He scrubbed everything down including the medicine cabinet and informed me that i could put stuff away in there and that we should decide what colors we want our bathroom to be. It was a strangely domestic conversation.

I began putting my 3 drawer dresser together at noon. 5 hours later i had a very sturdy piece of furniture with drawers that held up, didn't fall out, and opened smoothly.

As i raised my arms into the air to proclaim my victory the hammer slipped out of my hand and clawside down, banged the top of my dresser. 1 minute old and the dresser is now sporting a WOUND.

I nearly cried.

Moving Day!

It took me entirely too long to put together my bedframe this morning. Every time i had one side nicely latched together the other part would fall down. At one point the matress fell over and pinned me to the floor. I spent a good 10 minutes growling as i wriggled my way from underneath the mattress and then..the box springs fell to trap me again.

I am happy to report significant progress however! Am currently taking a break to regain my strength before tackling the rest of the room.

Pictures up soon!

Total failure

I'm terrible at keeping up with this blog. Sorry Abuelo! For those of you not in the know, i flew back to Florida last Friday, packed up my room, and then began driving Sunday with my mother, titi Amanda, and Margarita in tow.

Who is Margarita you ask?

Nobody really knows.

Lets just say that behind the mask of her lifeless blue eyes and painted smile lies the mind of a conniving little...flower.

Margarita quickly became master of the road in the 27 hours it took us to get safely to Boston.

Sheep

I have a small collection of sheep. If i was a hardcore Puerto Rican they would be cows or elephants or roosters or maybe pilones. But i have sheep. I have acquired some salt and pepper shakers in the form of sheep. They rock.

Also, i still need to tell you about what happened in New York. More on that later. For now be content with the awesomeness that are my condiment containers.

I have returned!

From a dimension in which if you do not devour the books..the books devour YOU

And so!

I embark on my New Yorkian adventure. Me and a crate of chickens no doubt will be boarding one of the chinatown buses in about an hour and will be heading for the big city! I've got premium seats for Wicked on Broadway and hey if that show gets out early enough maybe we'll catch another while the night is still young. I shall return on Sunday.

Adios mi gente!

Hippie Goodness

One of the better experiences i had at UF was linking up with my dormmates Cristina, Liz, and Nisha. These girls were insane and were pretty much the key part of my freshman year. Cristina and I managed to meet up today for breakfast because she was on her way to visit her family after spending the summer as a lab rat in New York. I picked her up early at the airport (which means i can totally navigate the silver line baby!) and brought her back to Davis Square where we proceeded to eat, talk, and wander aimlessly through out the city. At one point we had stopped to play Brisca ( yes we are Puerto Rican) in a park in Trolley Square and while taking pictures a man stopped and asked if we wanted him to take our picture together. He said he only stopped to talk because he noticed my Jets cap.

Its been two years since last i saw Cristina and i've missed her terribly. We had a fantastic morning together. She's only been gone now for about 30 minutes and i'm already looking forward to the next time we meet. Even if she is a hippie.