Pictures from the new apartment, and friend me on Facebook.

So, I've sprinkled a few photos from the new apartment into this entry. Above is my room's closet, which you'll note is incredibly messy right now. My junk is scattered all over the plus, because I'm still moving some stuff from my parents' house to the new place. However, there is a TON of space in them, since they span the entire wall. Once I (finally) have everything moved over, I'll start to sort it a bit more thoroughly. As of right now, the only thing I have out is my laptop.

To the right, please admire my bed, my stuffed animals, and a few other things. For example, I have a wonderful and glorious towel with ducks on it, which is spread out over my clothes hamper. Please, try to hold your applause. To the left is a crock pot, which is on top of a cabinet I use to store really old video game stuff, and speaking of that, there is a Gamecube and Guitar Hero: World Tour box also visible in the picture. (Note: As usual, you can click the photo to see the full-size version.)

Anyway, if you want to see a couple more shots from the glorious apartment, feel free to add me on Facebook. I realize that I haven't hyped up my account in a while, but I don't mind new friends on there. You can then see other glorious photos of me, such as my sweaty head and gut at a volleyball tournament, and a variety of shots of me at Casey's, a local bar. I'm Stephen Greenwell, URI 2007.

(p.s. That character to the right is Cleo the Cat, who likes to headbutt me until I pet her, and then when I pet her, she turns away, but when I stop, she headbutts me again. Cats are confusing creatures.)

Steve hates moving, edition 10.

I hate moving.

While the new place is always something I've looked forward to, it doesn't change the fact that the actual process to moving is always a horrible, horrible thing. Every time I'm about to move, I promise myself that this time, it'll be different and easier, but this is seldom the case.

I was actually semi-good for me this time. We got permission to move into our new place on Wednesday, a couple days earlier than what I thought, which was Saturday. So, I moved a couple boxes over Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.

However, despite this early progress, I'm still left with a whole bunch of crap. Sigh. At least it is a bearable 77 degrees, as opposed to my past couple of moves, which were in 90-degree heat. (Note: That type of stupid coincidence takes more than dumb luck. Rhode Island doesn't get 90-degree heat EVERY summer, yet the last three moves I had done, it was that hot each day. I have a talent for planning important things on bad days.)

Anyway, I think I have two trips left, and then I'll be completely moved out. Wish me well, folks!

The picture is from this site that tries to hook up geeks with women. Oh sweet irony!

Movin' on up... And why Steve dislikes bikers (the cyclist kind).

I apologize for the delayed posts the past couple days, but I'm moving out of my parents' house and into an apartment with my friend Becca in a nearby town - woohoo! It's been far too long for me, and it almost feels like escaping prison. It's almost hard for me to imagine life out on my own again, but yet, I'm excited to give it a try. Becca and I have known each other since seventh grade, and we're not dating each other, so I don't think it'll be awkward at all.

Anyway, I also don't really have any pictures yet. I don't have a proper camera, and I always forget that my cell phone has one, so I haven't snapped any photos. Since I know y'all are probably naturally curious, the above picture is the Google Maps satellite image of the new crib. If you want to get super nosy, you can look it up yourself - 657 Dry Bridge Road, North Kingstown. (Feel free to mail me money or delicious cakes and cookies as well. No poison or stalking though.) We have a super-huge backyard, which is actually a huge collection of local farms, so that's nice. The parking situation is less than ideal, but still, there should be plenty of room for BBQs and other fun stuff.

Between work and frantically packing and trying to move out by Saturday, I have tried to sneak in some basketball. However, this is a surprising pain in the ass because the court closest to me, Crandall Field in Ashaway / Hopkinton, is constantly stalked by a roving gang of kids on bicycles.

They aren't as bad as The Warriors or anything, but the park has developed a reputation as a place for bikers and skaters to go. As a result, nobody plays hoops there anymore. The town finally managed to get rid of the black spray paint that said "Die kikes!", but they don't do much in terms of keeping the bikers off the court. They constantly drag a picnic table and a nearby trash barrel on to the court and then try to jump over them. (Note: This small bit of vandalism and graffiti is odd for the field, which is otherwise inhabited by a nice, big playground and friendly families.)

So to you punk kid cyclists there, Old Man Greenwell shakes his fist at you. Hopefully, there are less of you in North Kingstown.