In case you really like apartments...

Hello, and welcome to our apartment. I know if you have Facebook you've already seen this and it's almost like you've been staying with us, sleeping on our couch, drinking our milk out of the carton, and leaving our towels on the floor for days already.

Well, not everyone has Facebook, you selfish beast so step aside. Give someone else a turn and maybe do your dishes every once in a while.




Voila, the kitchen. The one and only. Right now it smells like salsa because Trader Joe's has these salsa kits (three roma tomatoes, a jalapeno, a shallot, two cloves of garlic and a lime) that are simple deadly.

It's generally a great kitchen except that it has no windows, which means two things: no sunlight, so I have to keep my basil plant in the living room; and no breeze so it will smell like salsa until I cook something even more pungent and the two smells mix together to create one unconquerable ultra smell and Tim and I are forced to sleep on the curb.










This is the more appealing side of the kitchen. Note that we have more storage space than anyone could ever need in a kitchen, which is good because we had no where to store our extra blankets. Guess which cabinet they're in and win a prize!









This side is less fun. Note, not a single dirty dish. My mom would appreciate the fact that the sink is actually at an appropriate height and wasn't built under the assumption that magical trolls would be maintaining the household, like our old house in Crawford was. Also, we have a functioning dishwasher.







This side of the kitchen does have one cool thing, which is a window into the living room. Here's a glimpse.












Look! Tim!











This is our hallway. Stay away from the closet doors if you don't want to be buried under an avalanche of... well... I'm not exactly sure anymore. I just know, by the grace of God, it all fits.

Also, the front door (with the RISD poster from my high school art room) is magnetic, which is highly dangerous. In this picture, the living room is to your immediate left, the kitchen is the second left, and the bathroom is on the right, which is where we're going next.











TA-DA. I like to stand in the shower and take pictures of the bathroom. Again, it's a pretty typical apartment bathroom.























It has a fair/good bathtub, with is grand/magnificent after having no bathtub at all. (My lobster is much happier) And...













Greatest of all, there's a combo washer dryer IN THE APARTMENT. You really can't beat that.



















So, next is the living room, which also doubles as my office. Tim's "office" is set up in the bedroom because, in theory, he will be studying while I will be downloading music, looking at college humor and writing on my blog--so I get the TV and stereo in my office and he gets the sound-blocking effect of all of our clothes.








The view from my desk...

















This can also be seen from my desk. Yes, we're that lazy. We've come to grips with it.




















That's Tim showcasing our $35 table (thanks Mikey) in what we like to call the "breakfast nook." Actually, I think I'm the only one who thinks of it as that but it is a nook, and one could eat breakfast there if one was thusly inclined.









And... a closeup of the nook, which has taken on the attitude of a jungle.















The only thing left is the bedroom, which actually doesn't have that much stuff in it. It does hold some interest though for those who were familiar with my tank of a bed and who wondered how I could possible turn it in to a queen size. Well, there it is. Tim look a little like he's hiding something naughty though. Like the drawers are full of stolen cookies. Which, I suppose, is for us to know and you to find out.





This is us, as you know, and our mirrored closet doors.















And this is the view of the highway that runs directly underneath our building, which I think is fairly cool, especially since I can't really hear it at all.

If our apartment was directly on the other side of the building, you could see the U.S. Capital building through this window.














And last, this is the worst grocery cart that ever was, in case you wondered. After repeatedly kicking it, I finally got it to collapse. On my foot. And yet, there it sits. Still.

I hope you'll come an visit us. Tim is at orientation right now and I'm working on getting the Best Job in the World. Tonight we're going to Mae's for Red Beans and Rice and LSU football. So life hasn't completely changed.

If you actually sat and read all that, I appreciate ya.