Moving is Poop
By the end of this summer, I will have lived in all of the following locations:
1) Wohlford 206
2) 2180 Hastings Ct.
3) Benson 312
4) Apt. 661 I #4
5) Appleby 109
6) Appleby 113
7) Katherine's room in Berger
8) 2180 Hastings Ct. again
A plague on all the houses. Actually, just a plague on Story House and Jim Nauls. They're the only reason I've had to move so many goddamn times. Currently, everything I own is scattered around the room behind me. It's a state I've grown to know very well.
I have to move out of my apartment by tomorrow at noon. At which point, I'll be squatting in Appleby (the room(s) I show on the tours) for two nights. Tuesday I'll move out to Berger, to stay with Katherine until Friday evening, when I go home. Then I'm home for five days before I fly out to Prague, where I can settle for the first time in four months. There's something really wrong with the world when the only time I can feel settled and at peace is when I leave the continent for four months.
To complicate matters a bit, Em came in last Tuesday, and is here through the upcoming Tuesday. I'm thrilled that she's here, of course, but it's another consideration during this housing crap.
That said, Em being here has saved me. Thank God it was only a couple of days between Colin leaving and her showing up. I really hate being alone. I know a lot of people enjoy occasional, even frequent, spans of time to themselves. I hate it. Colin was gone for a few hours before I was bored out of my mind. I don't know what it is that makes me crave interaction so much, but it's certainly interesting.
Work's been going well. Adam and Angel are back from their long-ass vacations, so the office is whole once again. I really am going to miss that place while I'm gone. By the by, I gave a tour to a Kennedy a couple weeks ago. His last name was actually Shriver, but, you know...sort of the same bloodline.
I leave for Prague in 12 days. I don't think my mind has really absorbed the implication of that fact. I mean, I've bought the luggage and guidebooks and maps and pretty much everything I need. But somehow, I don't feel the level of anticipation I was expecting. Obviously, I'm excited. But I don't really feel nervous, and that's really weird to me.
I think I mentioned my financial aid fiasco in an earlier entry. I also mentioned that I'd update ya'll on that, and I've failed to do so. Shame on me. Shaaaaaaaaaaaame. In any case, it's been figured out. And by "figured out," I mean I had to take out $24,000 in loans. Just for this year. That doesn't count the $14,000 in loans I already have. The first few years out of college are sure going to be fun. But at least it's figured out. For a while there, I was actually scared I was going to have to drop out. Debt is a much better option.
In the last few weeks, I've gotten to see a lot of people, which is awesome. Elissa's shindig in Brentwood was a lot of fun, although I kind of made an ass out of myself. But I do that a lot, so I'm not terribly surprised.
Banane and Em came and visited me, too, which was awesome! (That's Emily from home, btw, not the Emily previously mentioned, who's from school). We went to Walter's and played Cranium. Both of them seemed to think my campus was just adorable. I don't really think of it that way, but I guess that's an apt word choice relative to their schools.
The next weekend, after Colin left, I visited Steph in Pasadena. Elissa came out, too, and we chilled with a couple of Steph's home friends. I bought an assload of novels from a used bookstore (I have a weakness for cheap classic literature), and then we saw Little Miss Sunshine. Go see it. It's fantastic. And I don't normally like dark comedies.
The last and most recent visit was from Sydney, my Scripps buddy. She lives in Laguna Beach, but her family moved there after she started college, so she doesn't have any friends there. She referred to this summer as "family-intensive" as a result. She came out yesterday and we went to Viva Madrid (a restaurant in the Village that I'd never been to...I was thoroughly unimpressed).
I think I had an unnecessary level of detail in the previous paragraphs. I apologize.
Reminder to SR people: I'm home in a week. PLEASE be around, so I can see ya'll.
1) Wohlford 206
2) 2180 Hastings Ct.
3) Benson 312
4) Apt. 661 I #4
5) Appleby 109
6) Appleby 113
7) Katherine's room in Berger
8) 2180 Hastings Ct. again
A plague on all the houses. Actually, just a plague on Story House and Jim Nauls. They're the only reason I've had to move so many goddamn times. Currently, everything I own is scattered around the room behind me. It's a state I've grown to know very well.
I have to move out of my apartment by tomorrow at noon. At which point, I'll be squatting in Appleby (the room(s) I show on the tours) for two nights. Tuesday I'll move out to Berger, to stay with Katherine until Friday evening, when I go home. Then I'm home for five days before I fly out to Prague, where I can settle for the first time in four months. There's something really wrong with the world when the only time I can feel settled and at peace is when I leave the continent for four months.
To complicate matters a bit, Em came in last Tuesday, and is here through the upcoming Tuesday. I'm thrilled that she's here, of course, but it's another consideration during this housing crap.
That said, Em being here has saved me. Thank God it was only a couple of days between Colin leaving and her showing up. I really hate being alone. I know a lot of people enjoy occasional, even frequent, spans of time to themselves. I hate it. Colin was gone for a few hours before I was bored out of my mind. I don't know what it is that makes me crave interaction so much, but it's certainly interesting.
Work's been going well. Adam and Angel are back from their long-ass vacations, so the office is whole once again. I really am going to miss that place while I'm gone. By the by, I gave a tour to a Kennedy a couple weeks ago. His last name was actually Shriver, but, you know...sort of the same bloodline.
I leave for Prague in 12 days. I don't think my mind has really absorbed the implication of that fact. I mean, I've bought the luggage and guidebooks and maps and pretty much everything I need. But somehow, I don't feel the level of anticipation I was expecting. Obviously, I'm excited. But I don't really feel nervous, and that's really weird to me.
I think I mentioned my financial aid fiasco in an earlier entry. I also mentioned that I'd update ya'll on that, and I've failed to do so. Shame on me. Shaaaaaaaaaaaame. In any case, it's been figured out. And by "figured out," I mean I had to take out $24,000 in loans. Just for this year. That doesn't count the $14,000 in loans I already have. The first few years out of college are sure going to be fun. But at least it's figured out. For a while there, I was actually scared I was going to have to drop out. Debt is a much better option.
In the last few weeks, I've gotten to see a lot of people, which is awesome. Elissa's shindig in Brentwood was a lot of fun, although I kind of made an ass out of myself. But I do that a lot, so I'm not terribly surprised.
Banane and Em came and visited me, too, which was awesome! (That's Emily from home, btw, not the Emily previously mentioned, who's from school). We went to Walter's and played Cranium. Both of them seemed to think my campus was just adorable. I don't really think of it that way, but I guess that's an apt word choice relative to their schools.
The next weekend, after Colin left, I visited Steph in Pasadena. Elissa came out, too, and we chilled with a couple of Steph's home friends. I bought an assload of novels from a used bookstore (I have a weakness for cheap classic literature), and then we saw Little Miss Sunshine. Go see it. It's fantastic. And I don't normally like dark comedies.
The last and most recent visit was from Sydney, my Scripps buddy. She lives in Laguna Beach, but her family moved there after she started college, so she doesn't have any friends there. She referred to this summer as "family-intensive" as a result. She came out yesterday and we went to Viva Madrid (a restaurant in the Village that I'd never been to...I was thoroughly unimpressed).
I think I had an unnecessary level of detail in the previous paragraphs. I apologize.
Reminder to SR people: I'm home in a week. PLEASE be around, so I can see ya'll.