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Tumblr is down which means ~hooray I cannot wait for all the apocalypse jokes when it's back up~ just kidding I'm gonna punch babies.
Aaaaanyway, so I'm packing up all my shit to mail at the post office today. Lesson number one is: definitely use Priority Mail flat-rate boxes if possible. I mailed a box that was maybe sliiightly larger than their large $16 box and it cost me $40. I don't mind too much because I have kind of a soft spot for the USPS and all the shit they're going through with Congress, but yikes, I could have almost mailed three boxes for that amount.
IN OTHER NEWS HOW DID I GET SO MANY BOOKS OUT HERE IN ONE YEAR?! JESUS. Which made me realize that in a few years I will have PROBABLY A PERMANENT PROFESSIONAL JOB SOMEWHERE and I will have to move all my stuff out of my parents' house and I will own my own place and that is WEIRD. It just is.
Not that I have ever expected to stay in their awesome attic forever, of course, it just... idk, I guess I've been busy moving and schooling and I never really thought about it. In three years, their attic will be devoid of my awesome stuff. And I will no longer have an awesome attic space with a claw-foot tub and FABULOUS WOODEN WALLS AND CEILING (I love it)
Blaaaaah.
Man, I'm just whining about everything this year. I need to find a more constructive method of venting. :P
Aaaaanyway, so I'm packing up all my shit to mail at the post office today. Lesson number one is: definitely use Priority Mail flat-rate boxes if possible. I mailed a box that was maybe sliiightly larger than their large $16 box and it cost me $40. I don't mind too much because I have kind of a soft spot for the USPS and all the shit they're going through with Congress, but yikes, I could have almost mailed three boxes for that amount.
IN OTHER NEWS HOW DID I GET SO MANY BOOKS OUT HERE IN ONE YEAR?! JESUS. Which made me realize that in a few years I will have PROBABLY A PERMANENT PROFESSIONAL JOB SOMEWHERE and I will have to move all my stuff out of my parents' house and I will own my own place and that is WEIRD. It just is.
Not that I have ever expected to stay in their awesome attic forever, of course, it just... idk, I guess I've been busy moving and schooling and I never really thought about it. In three years, their attic will be devoid of my awesome stuff. And I will no longer have an awesome attic space with a claw-foot tub and FABULOUS WOODEN WALLS AND CEILING (I love it)
Blaaaaah.
Man, I'm just whining about everything this year. I need to find a more constructive method of venting. :P