The Life of No Internet: A Tragedy

As some of you may or may not know over a week ago boyfriend and I moved. We are still waiting for our internet. Sighs. The contractor has to come out and run a cable through to our apartment. For some dumb reason in 2011 the old tenants had to get rid of their internet, so the dumb technician completely removed the cable that leads to that apartment. Some people, eh? Now we have to wait. I am not happy at all! The only way I've been able to come on a couple of times was because I went in early to work, so I can post needed posts and pay my bills and check my email. Yes, I have a smart phone, but I don't trust it when it comes to my bills. I JUST WANT MY INTERNET BACK! WAH!

SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME WHILE I WAIT FOR MY INTERNET TO COME! The guy said the contractor should be here within this week. Hopefully sooner rather then later......

Life sucks without the freedom of the web.















I know I'm pathetic and when I mentally or verbally complain I can't help but mentally slap myself. Life could be worse and I spent most of my life without it.

I have an internet addiction.

I Find No Peace & All My War is Done

Happy Saturday everyone. Things are slowing done around here. There was a change in plans and now I am moved in with Boyfriend. Strange and odd. hahaha. Oh well. All my things (except for one box that we forgot) are now here. I just have to unpack, which I started a little yesterday. Yayy!

In my old room I had a few poems written up and displayed on my wall. To be kind I took only one poem and will display it at his apartment (for now). I picked this one. My ultimate favorite of Sir Thomas Wyatt. 

I Find No Peace
by: Sir Thomas Wyatt


I FIND no peace, and all my war is done ;
I fear and hope, I burn, and freeze like
      ice ;
I fly aloft, yet can I not arise ;
And nought I have, and all the world I seize on,
That locks nor loseth, holdeth me in prison,
And holds me not, yet can I scape no wise :
Nor lets me live, nor die, at my devise,
And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
Without eye I see ; without tongue I plain :
I wish to perish, yet I ask for health ;
I love another, and thus I hate myself ;
I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain.
    Lo, thus displeaseth me both death and life,
    And my delight is causer of this strife.