August 23, 2002 :: 10:20 p.m.
if only I could see over all the boxes...
Hullo. I'm finished packing, except for my bed stuff and my toothbrush. I hauled it all out to the van by myself, because apparently it's very funny to watch the little short girl struggle with huge boxes of books. Yeah, I was laughing too. But it's all done now, so it matters not. And as soon as I finish this entry and maybe read another Buffy recap or three, my beloved computer is being dissembled and put into the backseat of my car. Scary. It's all so definite now.
I suppose it was all very definite a long time ago, but fuck, it's just been sinking in over the last week or so. Blah. Adam's staying over here tonight, and coming with us to help unpack and stuff tomorrow. I'm very grateful for that, because he'll be able to calm me down. I hope. Right now he's out with Pat and "the gang," which I don't quite understand. What gang? Who? I thought he was going out with Pat, Brian, and Loren, but I didn't think they were a gang. The first gang that comes to mind is Adam, Pat, Amanda, Bryan, and I, and if that's the gang in question then I'm going to be seriously miffed. But whatevah', yo, it don't really matter none. I had to pack my shit up anyway.
You know, it's really funny... aside from a few blank spots on the walls and the absence of clothes, my room looks pretty unchanged. Still cluttered, even with the majority of it stuffed into bags and boxes. My mom thinks I packed too many clothes, but to that I say nay! I'm 19 years old and, most importantly, of the female gender - "too many clothes" is a mythical beast that we hear about a lot but which doesn't really exist. Like "God." So there.
Ugh. I just ate Doritos and strawberry pudding in the same sitting. Here's a hint: Don't do that. It's gross and now my stomach feels all queasy. But you know, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Aww - I went into work this afternoon to get my last paycheck *sniff* and Roy gave me a hug and everyone said that they miss me. How sweet is that? I almost cried. It's not everyday that I have people telling me that they miss me. Hell, it's not everyday that I get the impression that people are even remotely fond of me, so yeah, this is all Big Deal-ish to me. Yay for the fun people at my work. Yay yay yay.
Well. I suppose I really should be going. I'll try to write tomorrow at some point, and I'm pretty sure I'll be successful, because any social activities that aren't absolutely mandatory are going to be skipped in favor of hiding from the human race in my brand new cinderblock cell. What, you thought that this experience might make me a bit more extroverted? Huh. Big mistake there, my dears. I fully intend to stay the same misanthropic, bitter little troll that we've all grown to know and love/hate. Because you know, the whole typical college scene - parties and drinking and rampant sex with strangers - is so far from my thing that it's almost amusing. Except for the sex part, provided that you modify it to be "rampant sex with Adam." I'm all for that. *grins*
Yeah, anyway, I was trying to end this thing. So now it's ending. 'Night.
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