Camden voodoo dolls?

We have our house!!! Well, after stalking this Eric person, he's the broker for the house, he told us that our application and credit checks all worked out. But, we can't move in early. Which is SO frustrating and ridiculous because when we went to look at the house, the people were so obviously 99% moved out. They weren't sleeping there, there were no beds, no shower curtain, nothing in the whole house except except literally an ironing board in one bedroom with like, some shoe boxes on it. These people, "The Camdens," are obviously already living somewhere else and are just taking their sweet time moving out. We had assumed that they'd want to end their lease early and get some money back so that two nice girls could stop paying to stay in bunk beds and move in before October 1st. But no, there is no way that "The Camdens" can move out early, it's just not possible. I want to move in at like, 12:01 AM on Sunday, which I feel like legally we have the right to do.

Luckily, our moving truck, which had to be delivered by Thursday, won't be picked up until Monday since we have two business days to unpack it. So it was delivered this morning, and it just is going to sit there all weekend. We went and talked to the people who live in the front part of our duplex, and they were totally fine with having the truck there. They're five guys who are in college and seemed pretty laid-back. Andrea thinks the one guy who answered the door is really cute, but I reminded her that he's in college and is basically fifteen years old, but she maintains that the other four guys in the house are probably all grad students. We'll see. Hopefully they won't be having ridiculous parties, but I'm just glad that they aren't that type of fussy person who would've had all kinds of issues with our truck being in front of the house. They also confirmed our suspicions that "The Camdens" were idiots: the guy said that he sees them every few days walking out with one tiny box, and that they've had a car parked on the street for a really long time, but it's that kind of parking job where you park too far forward and ruin the other spot for anyone else.

So now we only have three days left until we get to move in. Actually not "only," it's like an eternity. The hostel is so repulsive. The beds are awful, we're both on top bunks, and the people who sleep under us don't seem to realize that we have to use the ladders to get up, so they hang towels on the rungs and put their gigantic "fragile--don't move" suitcases at the bottom. And the bathrooms, okay so I guess this hostel used to be some kind of public pool-house or something since it's right on the lake, so the showers are just one big shower room with like, these totally pathetic curtains dividing it into four not-private-at-all sections. The water comes out so hard from the shower heads, like a WaterPik, which could be nice except when you're being Waterpik'd in places that you really would rather not be. They also must really like the color dark green, because the cloth shower curtains are covered in dark green spots, and the grout between all the tiles is dark green, and there's this dark green gunk all around the sink faucets.

But I think the absolute worst news of all is that we won't have anywhere to watch the Smallville season premiere tonight. Sigh.