Wind? Trains? No, that's the sound of fighter jets.

So, as promised, I'm going to post pictures of my apartment. My 282 square feet of apartment isn't terribly exciting, especially since I found out that decorating any home is pretty freaking expensive. It's cute though, and I rather like it.

This, clearly, is my sad little bed. I still don't understand why they couldn't move it out so I could get a full bed. Possibly because they want me to fall off my bed periodically and curse the day I was born. More likely though, they're lazy. You can also see my nightstand, and my new giant purse next to the books. I felt that at the sweet age of 22, I should embrace being a full grown woman and thus the giant purse that comes along with that role. So far it's not the giant abyss where cell phones go to die that I thought it would be, so that's good.

This is my desk, my fancy leather chair and part of my kitchen. Oh and that's my blindingly bright window. Nothing very exciting. You can see however that I have two dressers. I nearly had an orgasm when I saw that. I have so much storage space, it makes me want to go shoe shopping.

This is my kitchen. Anyone who's lived in Berkeley/SF can appreciate this. Look at all the counter space! I actually have room for all of my appliances, dish rack, AND I still have room for actual cooking and chopping and whatever else I like :) It's a beautiful, beautiful thing. Also please note my one cheap shot at decorating, the pink candle at the front of the picture. It's not much, but it makes me happy.

And this is my bay window. It's called a bay window right? My mama is going to make a cushion to fit that space so I can sit and do reading there. I love my mama. I also love this space. Anything that's cute and nook-like automatically wins points with me.

Also, I've been spending quite a bit of time there trying to figure out what's making these loud jet-like noises. There haven't been any thunderstorms lately, so it wasn't that. Someone (ahem, not bragging or anything here, someone) suggested that it's the elevated trains or wind passing between the high-rises. This noise, however, only started yesterday and I recognized the sound of an engine (thanks older brother) so I insisted that they were jets. I checked and it turns out the Chicago Air and Water Show is this weekend. Apparently, the fighter jets decided to play a prank on everybody by constantly flying around the downtown area to make us think that we're being attacked. Bastards. I finally caught sight of one of them today, and man those suckers go fast. I'll try to get pictures tomorrow, but I don't know how my cell phone camera is going to do with that. Also, I'd like to note that I was right about something. Everyone remember this moment.