Saturday, June 10, 2006


And they eat really loudly. Like, lip-smacking and slurping. I have this weird problem with seeing other people eat normally, but geeeeez! It's making me ill.

Also, they like to state the obvious.

Maybe college has turned me into a snobby bitch?

Kill me.

These people baby-talk their cats like none others. It is driving me insane. I have had pets of various kinds my entire life, so I'm not opposed to talking to them or anything, but the high voiced baby talk kills me.

Also, they ask me everything about five times. Simple questions:
"Are those your glasses?"
"They aren't your glasses?"
"So they aren't yours?"
"Those right there? Aren't yours?"

What, do you want them to be mine?

Friday, June 09, 2006

M.I.A. (again)

Sorry, I've been missing for days now, I know. The problem is that I am, as they say, "in transition" and bumming around between family friends' houses, some of which (horrors!) only have dial-up. Also, it has been very boring so there hasn't been much to write.

Okay so that's not strictly true. The first set of family friends turned out to be really cool and young and all we did was booze and watch bad television (Parental Control, America's Funniest Home Videos, etc.), with a little bit of eating on the side. It was pretty sweet. But now it is boring and kind of awkward.

I'm thinking about taking a trip up to Bahston to visit my best friend from college for a couple of days before it's time to head back to Philly for the beginning of work and life and all that jazz. That'll be on the 20th.

I'm sorry, this was a random and probably boring post. I just didn't want you to think I'd been hit by a truck or anything like that.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006


I am currently getting ready to curl up in my folding butterfly chair to go to sleep. Why a butterfly chair? Because it is the only piece of furniture left in my apartment and it lifts me off the floor and thus away from any roaming spiders (I had another run in with a huge one yesterday and won't be taking any chances). It's actually relatively comfortable. I took a long nap in this very position earlier and it was quite refreshing.

So anyway, the packing saga is finally over. Everything except two suitcases and two small containers (books and toiletries) is gone. Tomorrow morning I will do a final run through to make sure nothing gets left, throw out the last bag of trash, return my keys and parking pass and drive off into the sunset (ok, up the east coast).

It's very strange to be leaving after four years here, especially after barely leaving this place during the last two. I can't really believe that tomorrow I'll be putting 7 hours between myself and the south and that I'll never be here again for any length of time. I'm trying to stay positive - I know I'll be seeing my friends from college soon and I know we're all planning to come back for homecoming in the fall. But still, this is the end of an era. It's weird to look back and say, "that was college." And to think that when somebody asks me about it, I'll now be talking in past tense.

But you know what they say, all good things must come to an end. Let's just hope what starts tomorrow is just as good.

Monday, May 29, 2006


I finally started to make some actual progress and now I am just about out of boxes. Unfortunately, even if there were someplace open to go buy more right now, I don't want to move my car because I'm trying to save the prime spot for the people to drop off my portable storage container thing tomorrow. It'll definitely be gone by the time I get back from buying boxes. Tarnation! I guess I'll just have to do what I can right now and then work my ass off all day tomorrow to get the rest done. Frustrating, though.


I'm starting to panic a little bit about the packing, but it hasn't exactly gotten me anywhere. I think now I'm resisting because I'm a little (okay, very) freaked out that in two days I will be leaving this town and school for good. I know everybody else pretty much dealt with this around graduation time but I've been putting it off and now it's hitting me. Unfortunately, I slept away most of the morning and really need to get serious for the rest of the day. But first I'm going to Whole Foods for vital nourishment. Gosh, I'm incorrigable.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

"That, my dear children, is called cannibalism

and that is frowned upon in most societies."

I'm actually making okay progress with the packing. As I thought, it's because my couch was taken away today leaving me with only a folding butterfly chair to sit on. No longer can I pass out on the couch for hours at a time, and it has upped my productivity incredibly. I also went and rented a bunch of movies, including Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, the source of the subject quote. I hadn't seen it before and I quite enjoyed it. Now I'm on to Guys and Dolls but I'm starting to get sleepy. Tomorrow really needs to be productive because Tuesday everything I'm not taking with me for the summer is getting packed out.

Suddenly everything really is coming to an end, despite my denying it as long as possible.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Balls of steel.

That was a somewhat inappropriate post title. I'm sorry, but not sorry enough to change it.

So, I used to be really terrible about asking people for favors. I absolutely hated calling people when I wasn't 100% sure they'd know who I was and be happy to hear from me, much less ask for anything from them. I even hated calling stores or places where it was the person's job to answer my questions or help me out. It would totally paralyze me and I would get really angry when my mom forced me to call a relative or one of her friends instead of doing it for me.

Thankfully, I seem to have recently gotten over that affliction and have become quite comfortable shooting off emails to acquaintances and family friends all over the east coast looking for a place to stay until summer training begins. So far it actually isn't going that well, which briefly shook my confidence, but it's only because everybody is simultaneously renovating (don't worry, I'm not so paranoid as to believe it's a conspiracy) and so can't host me. I'm going for broke, though. Maybe now would be a good time to start thinking of hostess gifts?

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Magically expanding.

Not me, my stuff. I got a lot of packing done today, sort of. I say that because I packed a lot of stuff but for every box I pack my belongings seem to multiply. It's kind of overwhelming. I also threw away a whole lot of old paperwork and receipts and crap and think I might tackle all the pens that don't work yet are laying around next.

Just to be sure, I also marked off a corner of my apartment in the approximate size of the container I'm getting (like those Pods, but a different company) so that I can make sure I can fit everything I need to before I actually start packing the container itself. That way I won't have any nasty surprises awaiting and will know if I'll have to ship anything so I can save the light things for that. So far, despite the multiplying belongings, it's looking like it should be plenty of space.

Just gotta keep on truckin' (and figure out what I need to keep out of storage for the summer)!

PS: As soon as my books get here I'm totally quitting for today.