My castle, my life,part one

O.k, so its been ages since I've written, but as it turns out, moving house is hard...,moving house on your own is a ridiculous idea! On the upside, I am finally writing to you from my very own loungeroom, dressed in a t-shirt and undies, drinking wine from a box (not directly of course) and eating brie and semi dried tomatoes, without the crackers (totally forgot).

So lets catch up on whats been going on...

Once I'd found the apartment I started packing a few boxes, booked the movers for the big stuff and day dreamed about where I would put things in my new place. The day I got the keys all I could do was move a few things over (after taking pictures for my mum) and wander around aimlessly, pleased as punch, before I had to work. By the Saturday night I was well and truly in my new pad, and after numerous days of heaving all my crap up the 18 steps to my door, I was totally knackered and slept like a baby my very first night.
Since moving all my crap in (which took a few days over a few weeks) I've hardly touched it. Most of it is laying where I left it...somewhat strewn across the floors and benches, in no order at all and missing important bits. Tonight (or maybe tomorrow) I'll actually sort out a few things, including my clothes which have not yet reached the tiny chest of drawers I am making do with until I go furniture shopping. Tomorrow I'm buying a new mattress and hopefully a new couch... I'm totally stoked! All i wanna do is spend time in my house making it a home. Ha... my home...that sounds nice.

Amongst all the moving house drama I've been working at the shop. Clearly, no news there so moving on...
I entered the King Of Tonga Idol contest and won my heat, getting through to the final which is God knows when. The heats were highly entertaining with one entrant actually breaking his leg, in two places! Clearly going for the sympathy vote, but Ha! to him...I wore a low cut top... score! I'm now a tad concerned about the final as there are some people who can actually sing...without the help of slutty attire. I guess I'll try the distracting tact again, but I don't like my chances...unless someone breaks their leg again...? Hmmm..not a pleasant side of myself I'm sure you'll agree.

O.k, so that brings us to xmas....