So the apartment search has begun! Ahh, I'm so excited! I have decided to forgo the wisdom of finding a room mate. College students move around a lot, and I don't want to be stuck scrambling to find a room mate. Unfortunately, with our combined resources, a room mate and I would be able to rent a much better apartment than what I could find alone.
Still more important is the fact that I need to start my job search first. I am still waiting for the friendly people at the state to decide to give me my state license. I won't even go into how retarded this process is...wait...yes I will. So I had my liability insurance provider send the state a copy of my insurance - twice. One was in late January, another time was in late February/early March. The state said that the information provided by my insurance company was not sufficient as it lacked vital information such as: "proof that the policy was in my name," "dates of coverage," "amount of coverage provided," etc., etc. What???? Well, I have been working on getting that all sorted out. I mean, what the hell was my insurance company sending them?? Seeeeriously. Bitches.
I'm going to see the Deftones and Dir en grey in concert in Milwaukee!! Dir en grey's opening for the Deftones. I'm sooo excited ^-^
I am fairly disconnected from my sisters. That's right, "sisters" in the plural. The fact that you may not have known that I have more than one sister should attest to that statement. To clarify things, I have two sisters. My elder sister is 16 months older than me; she is 21 and lives in Milwaukee. We never really had a deep relationship. I hear that she really used to love me when we were babies, but then something happened and we started hatin on each other. In our later teens/early adult years, we stopped fighting, but we didn't bond. Not really. The deepest conversation that we ever had went along the lines of, "You should see this movie, it's funny." I see her for a couple minutes every month. My younger sister is the daughter of my father and my step mom, making her my half sister. She lives with my dad in South Carolina; she's a very righteous 9 year old. I don't even know how old she is unless I stop to do some math and consider the month that we're in. I see her one week out of the year.
So that's me and my sisters. I made a daring move today. I attempted to....bond...with my sister (the oldest one). That's right, I used the "B" word in the same sentence as the word "sister." We'll see how that goes. I'm not sure what we'll do...