I keep thinking I move in tonight... I've told myself ten times today; "no... it's tomorrow night". I'm getting antsy though, last night after Amanda and I ate at our favorite Chinese food restaurant we thought we would go take a look around, maybe peek in the windows (even though it's on the second floor). Plus; Amanda hadn't seen it yet. Since everytime we went together to view an apartment, no one seemed to buy that she lived here and was just my friend... they all wanted her to fill out an application (but... her credit is, well, bad). Anyways, I'm starting to ramble. Onto the point:

It was around 10 o'clock here and we had been busy walking around looking at the greenery and scoping the porch from the sidewalk, trying to figure out what parking space would be mine (I'm in number 7 even thought we have apartment number 9... strange), for whatever reason we decided to try the door, and for whatever reason it was unlocked. So, we wandered in, but it was pitch black because the power isn't getting turned on until tomorrow afternoon. Long [and boring] story short: We couldn't find a flash light in the car - the neighbors across the hall (while we looking for a flashlight) locked the door because they thought someone was breaking in - then they saw it was me - let me back in - and gave me a flashlight.

Amanda really liked it though, I did good, she said. It has lots of space, a fridge (which is rare here), lots of storage space, tiled kitchen counters, a balcony, two baths, two bedrooms (obviously), a dining room area, a big living room, lots of water pressure (Chuck will like that), it's in a nice neighborhood, surround by palm trees, two blocks from the red line (which goes straight to Nielsen), and a whole list of other little things which are no more exciting to read about than any above.

Chuck and Billy have been keeping us up to date from the road. They crashed a hotel last night and are hoping to bust out a good twenty hour day (I think they might be crazy... Billy can only drive 60 mph since he's dragging a car behind his half-a-semi). Yesterday I was in a book store (that used to be an old styled movie theater) reading 'Dude, where's my country?' (very good book actually) and Chuck called me up on my cell, he was so excited to finally be on the road. He said just before leaving, while eating at Bob Even's, he started to wonder if this was right, but as soon as he got in his car and hopped on the highway, he knew this was it. This was what he was supposed to do. No regrets.

I agree [more and more everyday].

To answer some quick questions people have been leaving in the comments:

...what does your jobs involve and did Amanda quit the other one?
- Love ya, Mom

Our jobs at Nielsen are pretty much just market research (a fancy term for telemarketing) but we don't sell anything, just ask people about their movie going habits, who they like, and vice versa. It's easy and it has very flexible hours. And yes, actually just today Amanda left her job at j. jill to work at Trader Joes (basicaly Whole Foods) and part time at Nielsen.

Awesome! You gotta place! That's an answer to prayer. Hey, I have been reading all your postings, and haven't seen any kind of credit given to the kentobean for playing a MAJOR role in bringing the California Dreamers together! SUP WITH THAT!?
- Kentobean

Kent... It's good to hear from you. I don't know how that happened :) but Amanda is going to soon give credit where credit is due, and write a very nice long blog entry about how different our lives would be if it weren't for you playing Cupid. So, stay tuned.

Well, I was planning to answer more questions... but the internet here is starting to take a crap.