Moving in two and ahalf days, packing in one and a half. Why oh why do i own so much crap? seriously. why? oh, I know. all of this shit falls into the "It's mildly useful!" catagory! Fuck.
(Atleast I have a big garage!)
Anyways, I've been getting the preschool jitters, and thus bitchyness and procrastination bug. Like whoa! There are way too many other interestin things to be doing than packing for school, I mean seriously. Who wouldn't want to examine their lint collection or paint ALL their nails and then sit and let them dry for a couple of hours. Not to mention SG and cleaning out the links list. (a portion of which was shared yesterday.)
My mother has also been driving me nuts. Wanting to buy me more stuff to take with me. I think she feels guilty for having not sent me off to school before now. It's been really painful to be around. Really. We've fought every day for the past five. (That could also be because my parents keep VERY little protein in the house, and I don't do well with sugar. A detail which is neither here nor there to be honest. ) Now, she's harping on the fact that my car needs a tune up and an alignment and other such details that it needed tenthousand miles ago when I moved to Savannah. WTF? Get over your fucking gulit, mom. I don't want it. The car has been broken and in need of fixing for years. Just because *I'm* paying out the ass for a school that no one else wanted to pay for does not give you an excuse to buy me tons of shit I dont' need and fix the car that has needed fixing for such a LONG time. We just got done fighting about my lack of highschool graduation and how worthless I am. Thus how my days have gone. It's pathetic.
There is so much to do and I'm tired of looking at boxes. I'm tempted to just put stuff in my car and whatever makes it in, goes. what doesn't gets left behind without any more conversation about it.
I'm tempted to just not go.
(Atleast I have a big garage!)
Anyways, I've been getting the preschool jitters, and thus bitchyness and procrastination bug. Like whoa! There are way too many other interestin things to be doing than packing for school, I mean seriously. Who wouldn't want to examine their lint collection or paint ALL their nails and then sit and let them dry for a couple of hours. Not to mention SG and cleaning out the links list. (a portion of which was shared yesterday.)
My mother has also been driving me nuts. Wanting to buy me more stuff to take with me. I think she feels guilty for having not sent me off to school before now. It's been really painful to be around. Really. We've fought every day for the past five. (That could also be because my parents keep VERY little protein in the house, and I don't do well with sugar. A detail which is neither here nor there to be honest. ) Now, she's harping on the fact that my car needs a tune up and an alignment and other such details that it needed tenthousand miles ago when I moved to Savannah. WTF? Get over your fucking gulit, mom. I don't want it. The car has been broken and in need of fixing for years. Just because *I'm* paying out the ass for a school that no one else wanted to pay for does not give you an excuse to buy me tons of shit I dont' need and fix the car that has needed fixing for such a LONG time. We just got done fighting about my lack of highschool graduation and how worthless I am. Thus how my days have gone. It's pathetic.
There is so much to do and I'm tired of looking at boxes. I'm tempted to just put stuff in my car and whatever makes it in, goes. what doesn't gets left behind without any more conversation about it.
I'm tempted to just not go.
cunninglinquist:
moving again, wow, you move more than I ever did
