call me vila, bob vila.

so this apartment is still not finished. i'm not sure why. i also was not given a key to the front door. i'm not sure why. my closet is about 7 inches deep, which if you do a little math, will tell you that a hanger does not fit entirely into the closet. again, i'm not sure why.

so today i took a hammer, busted out the old pole (which was three inches from the back of the closet...no, it was in no position to have anything hung on it). and put up a closet rod that i found at bed, bath & beyond. i drilled the holes, called my mother to find out what to do with those little plastic thingies (expanders?) and i put that rod in that closet all by my little ol' self.

it was empowering, walking around with that drill. it was only a 6V but i wanted to walk around putting holes in everything, just for fun. so all my hanging clothes are finally out of the way and hanging where they should be, albeit protruding about four inches outside the closet doors.

i have such grand ideas for my room but have run into two problems. one: i have no money to spend decorating the thing. two: i'm about as creative as moss growing on the underside of a stone. i want my room to look "shabby chic." a hash of antique and modern, thrown together in a way that looks effortless but is obviously a conscious work of art. for now, i settle for a closet in which you can hang clothes.

all this planning and the fact my life is in a million scattered pieces for some reason has my brain spawning blog posts every five minutes. i'm always thinking of things i want to write about. so i may be a little post happy over the next few weeks or so. bear with me.

words of wisdom for today: happiness is puppy chow. i can't remember when i first had it, but all i know is that it's the best, most addictive stuff in the world. i used to make it a lot for my friends (it ALWAYS makes you the most popular one at the party, trust me). so today i got some in a care package/belated birthday present from my friend Niks (one of those few treasured chicago friends who reads this blog). i love how all my family and friends know that the way to my heart is through my stomach. thank you thank you kisi!