Brief, again. Moving to different places
Once again, I’ve neglected this place, and once again I am sorry. The spambots don’t, however. I get about twenty fake comments every day, to the point where I’ve decided to to recieve notifications: I get more notifications about spam comments than I get actual spam.
It should be known that I don’t live in a House, I live in a Moving Project, and the furniture consists of a couch, some chairs, and moving boxes. My mother moves to her apartment next week, and I shall tag along for a few days.
News: I won’t be able to spend Thanksgivings in the US, sadly. With any luck, I’ll have the visa next week (I was at the embassy in Stockholm yesterday, and that journey was a right adventure, which I will tell you about when I am less traumatized and sleep-deprived) and leave the week after. Thus, wedding in the very beginning of December. Imagine, I’ll have another reason to love that month. I am a child of December. In any case, we’re planning the wedding a little bit right now. We know the party location and have most of the guests figured out, and the jewelry and my attire. Lucas’ clothes are yet to be decided about.
I had an idea for a blog entry topic, a rant. It was terrific. I has, utterly and completely, escaped my mind. Sorry.
