August 06, 2004 :: 3:27 p.m.
hi ho, hi ho, it's off to pack I go... again...
Oh, man. It feels like I've been packing forever, and yet, the crap? She does not diminish. Seriously, it's like the stuff that hasn't been packed yet splits off and breeds new stuff to replace the missing items. Like how people used to think rats or flies were born from dirty, wadded up cloths and shit.
Ah, my anthropology classes. I don't remember everything I learned there, but what I do recall is deliciously random.
So I'm still not quite finished packing, as you may have discerned from all this "oh my god I'm going to be devoured by the useless crap monster!" talk. I've been fairly productive today, though. I finished sanding and painting all three little bookshelves; they're outside drying now. I solved the evil laminate coating problem by sanding them to within an inch of their lives with extremely course (60 grit) sandpaper. Worked like a charm - now weird evaporating of peeling off. So those are just about ready to go. I also took care of the bank stuff, for the most part. I opened an account online at Wachovia (hats off to them for providing that option, it's very convenient) and then went up to Members 1st and closed things up there. Now I just have to take the sad little $27.80 that I got back and deposit in my Wachovia account and I'll be all set to go. Apparently they're mailing some stuff to the apartment (check card, checks, various forms I'll need to sign), so I'll have to get it next time we take a load of boxes up. Or possible when I move in for real, whichever comes first.
Oh, I also ate too much vanilla icing. It was bad. Well, no, it was delicious, but the aftereffects and all the calorie badness wasn't so pleasant. I had to throw the tub away, actually, because I kept dipping my finger into it. Eek. So there's another thing I absolutely just can't have in the house: white chocolate chips and icing of any kind. Drat.
Adam and I took a van-load of boxes and stuff up to the apartment yesterday; it was hot as balls and I got to exhibit my stupendous idiocy in a new and creative way. I forgot my keys. We drove the 40-some miles to Lancaster in my dad's van, and upon pulling up in front of my building I discovered that I did not, in fact, have the keys. Any keys. Luckily Roger was at work next door and was able to let us in, but good LORD did I feel like a dumbass. On the way home we stopped at FedEx and picked up my cell phone. Eeee! It's so cute. It's this wee little silver flip phone, and now it's all charged up and I've been sticking numbers in the phone book and getting it all set up. It's exciting.
Anyway, the boxes call to me. I'll update later if anything other than, you know, packing stuff comes up.
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