"crazy roommates" or "spoiled only child"

true story - my sofa is in here

i moved this weekend. it's the first time since i moved to wilmington that i've moved everything in 1 day, well, nearly everything. typically i have a week of overlap and i do the small things gradually. i could have done so here, but the back and forth is just too far to make it logical. as the title suggests, i'm not big on roommates. i've been an only child for most of my pre-college life. i have a half-sister, but she lives with her parents and we've never had to share a room.

when i went off to college, i attended community college my freshman year, no dorm room. i had my own one bedroom apartment, it was great. i didn't have my first roommate until my junior year in college when i moved in with a sorority sister. long story short, we weren't friends at the end of that year.

"carolina girl" or "hells belles"

taking a break from the running updates to talk about something that continues to surprise me, the surprise on west coasters faces when i can do something they don't expect.

some examples? change a tail light, drive an suv, drive an suv that's 4wd, drive an suv with 4wd that's also a stick shift. i haven't figured out where the shock comes from, the only thing i can figure is i'm a girl. this is pretty weird considering i see girls driving around in suvs all over la. i don't dress particularly girly, tho one of the tail light changes did occur while wearing heels after work but still, it's la, everyone wears heels.

friday i had the unfortunate task of venturing into what i can only assume is the atrium to the gate way to hell: the glendale dmv. after being pulled over in november for expired out of state tags and subjected to such witty banter as "nc huh? did you drive in today?" umm, no. "are you planning on driving back tonight?" umm, no. being threatened with impounding my vehicle i promised to take care of getting registered in ca. i got my extension notice warning me that if it were not taken care of and my "bail" paid by 3.26.12 i could have my license suspended and a warrant issued for my arrest. (already had one of those for a speeding ticket, mom hung it on the fridge) i should prob take care of this huh?

i arrived at the dmv at 7:30am, the line was already 7 people deep. i arrived with as much paperwork as i could find, having lost my expired registration paper months ago. i knew i had most of what i needed, i planned to talk my way around the rest. after about a 20 min wait, i went to see dmv worked #1. #1 looked at my papers and handled the drivers license form, dmv works #2 would have to do the registration. here we go, let the tap dancing begin.