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Namaste. So things in Ashland are winding down. I had my final final this morning, and it was incredibly easy. It was Aural Skills, as well, which is a relief. I think I might just pass that class. And George might too. That's a great news.
My apartment is in the process of getting packed, and I still have more work to do tonight. It is currently 10:40 and I probably won't get home until 11:30 or 12. Aaand I should probably pack more? Because I have to put loads of shite in a truck tomorrow to go up to Eugene. Buuuuuut, I'm waking up at 7:30 (at the latest) tomorrow to be at graduation by 8 to play in the fucking band. 4 hours for $20. Hmmm, not cool. Anyway, yeah.
So, as it turns out, I will probably be moving a week and a half before planned. The electricity will be out of Kate's name on the 20th, so I need to be out before then. I have a week and a half to get all my affairs in order. I can do it; it'll be fun. An adventure. Y'know? I've never moved out of a place before, so this is a bit scary. I'm overwhelmed with all the stuff hanging over my head, and I know that if I make a mistake, even a small one, my landlords could very well take away our security deposit. They're dicks; they've done it before. So I really don't wanna mess anything up, but I have no fuckin' CLUE as to what I'm doing. Ah well.
And after I move out, I think I'm headed to Eugene for about a week. I think it'll be nice to see my family and maybe give George some space. He'll be working by then, so he'll be busy. And I think that since we spend all of our time together, waking and not, it'll be good to get some fresh air and "Kristen Time". Unfortunately, when I told him about my plans tonight he seemed crushed. I asked (jokingly) if I'd ruined his summer, and he said yes. He seemed serious. It was a bit scary. I mean, one thing I appreciate about George is that he's really loyal and really seems to care about me. But this seems like it's bordering on dependent. And I really don't feel nearly as dependent or obsessed with him as he seems to be with me. And I guess this bothers me because I've never had my actions so affect a person before. I love him, but I'm not ready for marriage, which is what he seems to be thinking. Ugh. I guess I'll just do what I have to do, and if that means going to Eugene for a week, so be it. He'll live.
Anyway, I'm tired and my eyes hurt from all this staring at a screen. ^_^ So I'ma go . . . place. Shalom.
My apartment is in the process of getting packed, and I still have more work to do tonight. It is currently 10:40 and I probably won't get home until 11:30 or 12. Aaand I should probably pack more? Because I have to put loads of shite in a truck tomorrow to go up to Eugene. Buuuuuut, I'm waking up at 7:30 (at the latest) tomorrow to be at graduation by 8 to play in the fucking band. 4 hours for $20. Hmmm, not cool. Anyway, yeah.
So, as it turns out, I will probably be moving a week and a half before planned. The electricity will be out of Kate's name on the 20th, so I need to be out before then. I have a week and a half to get all my affairs in order. I can do it; it'll be fun. An adventure. Y'know? I've never moved out of a place before, so this is a bit scary. I'm overwhelmed with all the stuff hanging over my head, and I know that if I make a mistake, even a small one, my landlords could very well take away our security deposit. They're dicks; they've done it before. So I really don't wanna mess anything up, but I have no fuckin' CLUE as to what I'm doing. Ah well.
And after I move out, I think I'm headed to Eugene for about a week. I think it'll be nice to see my family and maybe give George some space. He'll be working by then, so he'll be busy. And I think that since we spend all of our time together, waking and not, it'll be good to get some fresh air and "Kristen Time". Unfortunately, when I told him about my plans tonight he seemed crushed. I asked (jokingly) if I'd ruined his summer, and he said yes. He seemed serious. It was a bit scary. I mean, one thing I appreciate about George is that he's really loyal and really seems to care about me. But this seems like it's bordering on dependent. And I really don't feel nearly as dependent or obsessed with him as he seems to be with me. And I guess this bothers me because I've never had my actions so affect a person before. I love him, but I'm not ready for marriage, which is what he seems to be thinking. Ugh. I guess I'll just do what I have to do, and if that means going to Eugene for a week, so be it. He'll live.
Anyway, I'm tired and my eyes hurt from all this staring at a screen. ^_^ So I'ma go . . . place. Shalom.