let me give you an update.

I HATE IKEA.

okay, so not really; however, on monday, I went to IKEA to buy a bed because I never got around to doing it when I moved into my apartment a month ago. I was acting like a little kid in the showroom while I was trying to figure out which bed I wanted. after about, oh, an hour of looking, I found the bed I wanted. then I picked out the mattress I wanted, and whatever. I went down to the self-serve area to pick everything up, and THE BED WASN’T IN STOCK. kind IKEA woman upstairs who checked the difference in price between a full size and queen size failed to mention that. also, kind IKEA employees didn’t have the bed marked as oversold. so, I just bought the mattress and decided to come back on a different day to buy the bed.

I’m going to go there: patrons of IKEA are unnaturally sexist. some guy decided that since it was two women tying a mattress to the roof of a car he had every right to tell us how to do it. I guess he wasn’t paying looking when I basically threw the mattress on top of the car with little help. after he realized that I was paying little to no attention to his stupid advice, he went away. then a woman comes over telling us how her sister said that we “need a man to help us out”, but “women are just as capable”. she literally grabbed the twine out of my hands and started fidgeting with it and trying to give us tips on how to tie it down. after about 10 minutes of what seemed like hours of her talking and hindering our progress, she finally went away. yeah, so the mattress got tied down eventually, and it was transported and placed into my apartment safely.

I WENT BACK TO IKEA TO GET MY BED TODAY. it was really exciting, except the part where it wasn’t exciting at all. well, I mean, I was excited until I realize how ungodly heavy this shit was. regardless, I got both boxes of extremely heavy wood into my car, but not without yet another male trying to give us assistance. then, I drove back to my apartment. I couldn’t find a spot that wasn’t less than almost a block away, so I just grabbed the smaller of the two boxes, but still really fucking heavy, and carried it up to my bedroom. when I went back outside, I saw a parking spot right in front of my apartment, but it was across the street. we realized that the box was way too big and heavy for us to carry, so I just opened it and carried it in piece by piece.

THEN THE BUILDING BEGAN. except I can’t read instructions or use tools for shit, so basically Vicki just put the whole thing together. I helped! and I got to hammer! I’m retarded when it comes to using a hammer though. after about 3 hours of building this fucking bed, we both gave it the not so much and decided to finish it at a later date. I mean, the only part that isn’t finished is the storage drawers, so it’s not a big deal. I have a bed to sleep on now. I think that’s the most important part.

and that’s my rant.