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May. 27th, 2002 11:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7oof.
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.
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.
