Today was a good day. I could end this post here, but I am compelled by forces outside of my control to say more. Actually, I think it's funny, so I'm going to tell you anyway. Kim kicked both Darren and Calvin's butt tonight putting together furniture. Seriously. And she didn't even read the instructions, or use a power tool. She used her own hand-power and logic, and whipped out some very nice looking furniture. Both C and D read the instructions and used a power drill, and they ended up having to take both of theirs apart and redo sections, D more than C. I think that's funny. Go Kim!!

So, that story made today a good day, but there was another reason too: I fit into a pair of pants at Old Navy! Wow, big deal, you might say, whilst rolling your eyes, but to me, that is a very big deal. I'm fat, there's no denying it, and that alone means I can't shop at hip and stylish clothing stores like American Eagle or Banana Republic. Occasionally I can buy a top from Target or Old Navy, but as for bottoms, I have to stick with the really large department stores, and even then I'm picking from the bottom of the barrel. It's one of the huge things I hate about myself, pun intended, which is why growing up I absolutely abhorred clothes shopping. Most times I go now, I end up wanting to cry before the experience is over, but today was different. Today, for whatever reason, I decided to try on a pair of capris at Old Navy. I was feeling very good because I found a beautiful top that I really liked and looked good on me, so I took the capris back to the dressing room, fully expecting that they wouldn't fit, and then something amazing happened: they fit! And they were roomy, which made me feel even better about myself. They looked like crap on me so I didn't buy them, but the fact that I could fit into them wrapped me in a bubble of positivity all day today. I'm still fat, but at least I can fit into Old Navy pants.

I'm starting to get more and more excited about my apartment, but with that excitement comes nervousness. I keep having this weird feeling that the apartment deal is going to fall through at the last minute, and that's keeping me from getting too excited about the place. It's an unfounded fear, but it seems like a lot of the things I really want and get really excited and happy about fall through at the last minute, leaving me high and dry and disappointed, and I don't see why this should be an exception.

Susan was supposed to take me with her to North Carolina this coming weekend, but with the cost of gas and her having to pay for a hotel room up there, she now doesn't think she can do it, even if I go halvsies on the gas with her like I offered. The following weekend, she's meeting TJ in Wilmington, and if I could get a ride from there to Newport, she'd be happy to have me come with her. Luckily, that's the last weekend before I move into my apartment, and I really,really need it to pack up my things and get them ready to be carted down here the following week. I just hope nothing comes up to prevent her from being able to go on that weekend because I really need to get home to get my stuff together!

Moving out on my own is exciting; I've never lived on my own...ever. But with the hours I work, and with where I'll be living, I'm afraid I'm never going to see the people I came down here to see. I chose Charleston because ever since Darren moved here, it's felt like my second home, or my home away from home, and that's because of the people here - my family and my friends. They've made Charleston my home. I know dealing with me all the time can be a drag and that those same people might be happy to get away from me for a bit, but for me, going without seeing them will be difficult, and at times painful. I'm sure I'll adapt, but for now the prospect fills me with dread. And on that note...goodnight!