The Second Child

Well, we're finally moving into the new apartment. Not that we have a whole let to move anyway... Computer, violin, some books, clothing... Not much. Not much at all. I had a lot more then this when I moved to Tokyo. But... it's all gone, now. Still, the new apartment is nice, even if I'm still in the middle of unpacking (along with my two chucklehead roommates). I've claimed the room closest to the bathroom, because there's no way I'm going to be the one waiting in the morning.

Also managed to get a job. Stocking shelves. Ugh. Stocking. Shelves. How humiliating. I'm a trained Eva pilot! I saved the world! And I have to stock shelves so I can afford as stupid apartment! Ugggh! It's so unfair, really! It's like nothing I did ended up mattering at all! Hate this so much. At least I can still play violin or whatever... And public transit won't be too much of a hassle either. Stupid work.