Officially in Irvine

Okay, it was a long weekend on the 25th. Edgar and I worked our butts off to get moved into the apartment as quick as possible. I had the whole week off from work, but he still had to go in to work on Monday. Believe it or not, we got everything moved in and unpacked by Sunday. I've been trying to keep myself busy this week, but I've realized one thing--I don't know how to be on vacation! I tried hard to relax, but we had no internet and no tv and I thought I was going to die. I survived and actually got in the habit of doing things I hadn't done in a long time. I think I also started to watch too many DVD's and of course they were all chick flicks that make you cry and then make you re-evaluate your life. Movies are a load of horse shit. Life in all it's retarded imperfections, well is real. People don't always say what you want them to say or do what you want them to do, but that's because life isn't scripted. But isn't that the beauty of it all? Besides, who decides what defines perfect? Nothing in life is ever perfect or easy...and if it was how boring would we be? Our mistakes and our "imperfections" are what defines us, it's what gives us character. I'd like to think I have a lot of that...you know...character.