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i'm in california.
i hoped i'd feel some kind of return of emotion and feeling when i arrived back here, but the house feels empty and desolate. i'm already annoyed by my father and i feel bad for it but i can't help it. i'm already drowning in isolation and mindless computer activity.
i'm supposed to start working on monday. tuesday, actually, but monday i'm going in to meet everybody and say hello, get acquainted with the workplace. i'm almost excited to start a new routine, a new dreadful pattern that i can tend to mindlessly.
also, southwest lost or misplaced one of my bags. in fact, the most important one. not only is it my favorite piece of luggage, but it had all the things i would have carried on if i wasn't already checking in three other bags of my freshman year. it has my comfy, sleep, mope around clothes, my tighty blackies, my favorite pair of jeans, my boxers; my makeup bag, my glasses, my tolietries including my toothbrush, my toothpaste, my makeup remover, my brush cleaner, my contact lens case, my contact lens supply for the next six months, my polaroid camera and a few 10-packs of polaroids, my birth control and its prescription number, my cell phone charger, my camera battery charger, my bag of nailpolish and my leftover cigarettes from january.
i hoped i'd feel some kind of return of emotion and feeling when i arrived back here, but the house feels empty and desolate. i'm already annoyed by my father and i feel bad for it but i can't help it. i'm already drowning in isolation and mindless computer activity.
i'm supposed to start working on monday. tuesday, actually, but monday i'm going in to meet everybody and say hello, get acquainted with the workplace. i'm almost excited to start a new routine, a new dreadful pattern that i can tend to mindlessly.
also, southwest lost or misplaced one of my bags. in fact, the most important one. not only is it my favorite piece of luggage, but it had all the things i would have carried on if i wasn't already checking in three other bags of my freshman year. it has my comfy, sleep, mope around clothes, my tighty blackies, my favorite pair of jeans, my boxers; my makeup bag, my glasses, my tolietries including my toothbrush, my toothpaste, my makeup remover, my brush cleaner, my contact lens case, my contact lens supply for the next six months, my polaroid camera and a few 10-packs of polaroids, my birth control and its prescription number, my cell phone charger, my camera battery charger, my bag of nailpolish and my leftover cigarettes from january.