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so, ah... i'm still in rochester.
yeah.
i rented a truck from ryder/budget, but i misread the reservation thing, and i thought i had to get it after nine. it didn't say that i had to get it AT nine or lose the reservation. i showed up at noon and they looked at me like i'd shot their pet cat and said we only hold reservations for two hours especially on a busy day like today, fuck off.
so i did.
told my parents not to come get me...
still deciding how i should move out. have a bunch of options...
yawn.
it bought me some more time to postpone packing...

other news:
not really news. nothing new and late-breaking. why do they call it breaking anyway?
dave k. was here all weekend, fabulously entertaining, i want to keep him, he's the best toy ever... he and darius entertained me pretty much nonstop all weekend.
funny, though; i noticed that i was laughing funny, like differently than i usually do, and that darius was acting funny, as in differently than usual. he was meaner to me than he usually is... he actually made fun of me for being fat, which he usually avoids. h'm. i dunno. it was mostly fun any way.
last night we went to see insomnia, which is an excellent excellent movie...
then there was a thunderstorm, that was pretty cool...
today we bbq'd outside, but half the hamburger buns had mold on them. so darius and dave k. used them as birdies and played badminton with them. got some ok pictures of that, because i didn't want to play so i was photographing, but i'm too lazy to post them. there's one of darius that's really bizarre because he looks totally asian...
i got sunburnt today, on my shoulders and upper arms mostly. darius got tan-- much darker on his forearms and face. he looks better tan, i think. his hair is lightening for summer, too. (soon, he says, he'll look Mexican-- summers when he spends any time outdoors, he ends up looking Mexican, at least to Mexicans, or so he says. I dunno, though; with his hair shorter like it is now, he looks more Asian.) Dave K., infuriatingly, despite being as white and pasty as me, neither tanned nor burned, even though he lay outside basking for longer than either of us. Got some ok pictures of him too. Sex-ay.
darius sneezes like a cat. that's my deep thought of the moment. (well. i dunno about in general. i haven't been paying attention. but he just did, in the next room. just like roon.)
watched the hockey on sat., was pleased to see sakic managed to score, and they finally broke their streak of either the team sucking and patrick roy saving them (or not), or patrick roy sucking and the team saving him (or not)... hope they can hang onto that. Dave K. sat there with me and was profoundly bored by it all.
Aw, I forgot to give him a headscritchie! Phooey. I meant to... He looks like he has nice hair to skritch, too, and darius's is less fun now that it's a bit shorter. (long hair doesn't look as good on him, but it's more fun to play with. i don't really like playing with his hair just after haircuts, though he tends to look better. but it's not about how he looks, right? why should he care? ;p)
so, i'll just have to visit him. that's it, right? sure.
yawn.
throat disease of random death progressing... lying out in the sun made it feel better for a while... chest tight now... not too bad though. survivable, probably.
poor dave couldn't get a car rented to bring the couch back to jersey that he came up here to get, either. so he'll have to come back...
odds of me being in rochester are low, however. bummer.
too bad i don't have more time, or i could drive down and visit him and bring it with me. save him some hassle. but i don't have time. i will have to drive to and from rochester at least twice. bummer.
might have to load the moving truck all by myself, too. well. will have to corral darius for certain items.
or dad and uncle pete will have to come out and visit, or something. maybe. i dunno.
still deciding.
what do you think i should do?
1) rent truck, load it myself (argh), drive home, drive back, return truck here, drive my own car home
2) rent truck, load it myself (ouch), drive home, return truck there, take bus/train back, drive my own car home
3) prevail upon dad to rent truck, drive out here, then follow him with my car
4) prevail upon dad to drive out with uncle peter or somebody, then all three vehicles caravan home
5) get dad to take the train out here, rent truck, drive both truck and my van home, return truck there.

those seem to be my options.
yawn.

at least the packing is prioritized now... i went to target and bought a bunch more containers. so now i have 2 31-gallon rubbermaid tubs, a 25-gallon one, and like an 18-gallon one. plus i bought a big rolling garbage can into which i plan to stuff all my clothing, since i don't have that duffel bag anymore.
( ok, you really don't care so i'm cutting here )

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:blink blink:
wow. i finally caught up on my sleep...
i will miss this bed, it's so big and comfy.
we took dave to the airport at like 6 yesterday, finally got him on a plane... like an idiot, i locked me and darius out of the house, which was highly unpleasant. i managed to break in but then i realized i was not nimble enough to climb in the window i had forced open. well, i probably could have. but it would have been extremely painful, and not very easy.
so i made darius do it. he hurt himself on the sharp windowsill, and i felt bad. but he made it in, and i'm not sure i would have.
i still felt a lot like an idiot. i just grabbed the wrong keyring, and the spare key i keep i had given to the property manager the day before, and forgot that i had done so.
anyhow. i got home, flopped into bed, wrote in my lj a bit, took a nap.
i slept from like 8 to 11 pm.
Got up, pattered around, talked to darius (i could hear him as i dozed, playing medal of honor and playing his guitar. the guitar was nicer to listen to), sat down and made a list to pack (posted it, didn't i? ah yes.), lay in bed thinking...
opened my eyes, it was 4 a.m. wow.
decided to just roll with it, and keep sleeping, since i was on such a roll, and i eventually woke up again at 8 something... rolled over, looked at my computer, had a bunch of IM windows-- seems most of the world was awake most of last night, and half of them wanted to talk to me-- was dozing off again when another IM window arrived, and it was from a fencing mom, so i decided to talk to her, since otherwise who knows when i might awaken again...
marybeth is a sweetie. eccentric, but a sweetie.
yyyaawwwwnnnnn....
much much packing to do today. then much being-on-phone to do today.
must decide about moving truck.
must... move.
yeah.

my body likes me better now that i've had some sleep. that's good to know.
looks like it'll be warm again today. Remind me NOT to go sit outside in the sun; my skin will kill me.
that's one reason why i slept so much; sunburns make me drowsy.
oof, i'm sleepy again. i'd better get out of bed before i do something rash, like... fall asleep again.

memorial day

i hadn't planned on doing anything but packing today... but i ended up spending the afternoon at a bbq hosted by GET, RIT's printing fraternity (courtesy of darius' former apartment-mate Scott)...
it was much fun.
Scott was drinking Coronas, and he'd get a new bottle before he finished the old one. He was going at quite a pace. The only time he paused was to play a game of bocce. I'd never played bocce before; it was entertaining. And cross-country. Over all kinds of terrain. The one where it was kind of nestled behind a power transformer was kind of tricky...

anyhow. it was pleasant, and entertaining. and tonight, there's hockey.
when is my packing going to get done??

it won't take that long once i actually do it...
ah well.
i should do a little now, before the game.
... but i'm so sleepy...
;p

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oof.
so, i'm driving home tomorrow.
suuuuuure.
no, really, I have to. I'm driving home tomorrow, with a whole vanload of crap. Then, I'm driving back with Dad, loading up the truck, and zippity-zoop, back home again, and shazam, i'm moved out of this house.
...
enough cheesy sound effects?
feh, maybe.
god damn it, i don't want to go...
now that i'm down to it, i just don't want to...
well, it'll be fine.
i did sporadically pack things up today... i've made, um, a little progress... i do have to make a lot more. i may just go to bed tonight. and pack it alllll up tomorrow.
hm.
bad idea?
probably.
I think I'll leave my computer on, so anyone who wants to email/IM me any final anythings before I'm offline for ever and ever and ever... well, at least consigned to the miserable purgatory of dial-up on an old computer.... feel free... anyone with anything to say, say it now...
i'm gonna miss being here.
but, i already said my goodbyes... really, i did... i swear... this extra day and a half/two days has been just a bonus. got to give darius one more nice long scritchie during the hockey game (yeah! avs 2-1, OT goal by forsberg! it was sweet. i won't be able to watch game 6 unless it's on ABC...)
i'll be back to visit...
i don't want to lose my high-speed internet connection, is really my problem... but anyhow. i'll live.
It won't take me that long to pack anyhow, really.
Really.
sigh.
Ideally, I will be loading my van up with everything that I want to keep actually in my personal possession over this summer, as much of it as possible anyway, so that most of the stuff in the truck can be put directly into storage. I'd like that; it'll give me a chance to sort it all out. Anything that doesn't fit in my van that's really personal possessions that i'll be needing, i'll put in the car (either my van or mom's car) for the final trip while everything else goes in the truck.
that's the plan.
yup yup yup.
... sigh.
it just means that now i have to break down everything i actually use, tear apart the things that make up my actual life and without which i cannot live comfortably, and be done with them.
it's ok, really, it'll be fine...
the notable exception that will be left here is my computer. that's the biggie for the moment.
and anything else i forget, but... taking two trips to move out is really ideal for me, because that way i can have more than one last look around...

ow, i sunburned my scalp today. that hurts now.

man, game 6 is on ESPN. Means I can't watch it. my family doesn't have cable, and ... i don't know anyone in eastern ny that's a hockey fan. i just don't know anybody...
:(
if i'm really lucky i'll get to see the Stanley Cup. But only whatever they play on ABC. I could go to a sports bar, sure, but I'd have to go alone, and I'm just not real comfortable doing that...
well, i have like two friends in that half of the state, so... no big surprise there, i guess.

man, this is going to be a miserable summer unless i can find a job and my own place.
Mom's already nagging me about my plants being everywhere, and I'm not even home yet, with the rest of my stuff. No shit I've got a lot of plants, mom. No shit I've got a lot of stuff. I've been living happily on my own for the last 2 years, with space to live as I saw fit, for the first time in my life. On my own schedule, on my own diet, with my own leisure pursuits.
And funny, I haven't had any real disasters. i've been doing just fine, and I've been happy.
I daresay none of that will really mean a thing to my mother, who will ceaselessly nag me if I don't do everything her way, and fail to understand that, as has been the case for the last 22 years, her bitching at me to do something will cause me NOT to do it. Even if it's like literally a matter of life and death. I'm sitting on a ledge that's crumbling, and I see a rope ladder come down. Wow, I'd better grab that ladder quick, I think, starting to my feet. "Bridget! Why aren't you grabbing that ladder!" she screeches. Growling, I sit back down. "Mom, leave me alone!" And the ledge crumbles and I sulkily have to climb the sheer rock face using only my fingernails and toenails, and it's made worse by the fact that I have to keep stopping to pry rocks loose to throw at my mom to try and get her to just goddamn leave me alone.

man, where do i come up with this shit? right, i'm supposed to be packing.

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my friend's friend's cat just got a credit card mailed to it.
god bless spammers.