the craziness of the traveling girly
Herein lies my schedule for the rest of the summer (mostly for my reference, but also for you folks as well):
Today: possibly do laundry; make lots of phone calls; work 5-close.
Tomorrow: meet Mom at 11:30 for food/pants shopping; work 4-close; meet Wende after to discuss trip details.
Thursday: Hair appointment in Windsor at 11:15 (getting hair cut and purple streaks put in--Wende's been bugging me for years to get my hair in a pixie cut, and now she wants color in it too. She's moving and I don't know when I'll see her next, so I figured, why the hell not?). Going up to the property after that; possibly going to the lake after that. Will be back that night.
Friday: Leave at seven or so to drive down to UCSC for orientation. I don't know how long it'll take, but I figure I'll be back by eight at the latest. On a side note: Jocey's coming up as well. Must pack like crazy that night.
And now here's where the real insanity begins...
Saturday: Jocey and I leave to go to the property where, if all things go according to plan (they rarely do), we will leave with Dad, Aimee, and Dakota to go on a motorhome trip. We're heading north into Oregon, checking out hot springs and waterfalls and cheese factories and the like (Dakota's favorite is the World's Largest Frying Pan); then we'll head inland and curve back around south through Nevada and head home...except...
August 2nd: While on our way back, we'll meet up with my sister somewhere in Reno or Carson City and my dad will slow down enough to toss me (and my stuff) out the side door and into my sister's car. Wende and I will then drive her very small car across the country to New York, where she will be attending law school.
August 10th: We will hopefully arrive in New York; then run around trying to move stuff in and make emergency trips to Bed Bath and Beyond for sheets that we will have probably lost somewhere around Kansas. This is assuming that my sister and I both make it to New York; knowing the two of us, we will either be the best of friends by the end of this trip...or Wende will be putting her new lawyer skills to work very very quickly.
August 11th or 12th: I assume my sister will boot me out eventually so I can fly home, though no one has given me a specific date. But I better be coming home soon--not just cause I'll miss you guys (though by that point a lot of you will be getting ready to go to school/gone to school already), but also because I'll need to spend...
Whenever I get home-- August 31st: Getting all my shit together and finding a place to live in Santa Cruz, so that come September, I can move there. I might still be working at Daphne's for those last 2-3 weeks, but I'm not sure. And I'll hopefully do some kind of get-together so I can say bye to peoples.
So there you have it. It's long, it's insane, it's filled with way too many possibilities of death by frying pan. Again, this is more for my reference than y'all, but I also thought you'd like the warning: I have not fallen off the face of the earth; I have not been eaten by wolves. I'll be back.
I promise.
Please please please call me, even if you think I'm busy...I still like hearing from people.
~lurve and head-scratchies and all that jazz~
Today: possibly do laundry; make lots of phone calls; work 5-close.
Tomorrow: meet Mom at 11:30 for food/pants shopping; work 4-close; meet Wende after to discuss trip details.
Thursday: Hair appointment in Windsor at 11:15 (getting hair cut and purple streaks put in--Wende's been bugging me for years to get my hair in a pixie cut, and now she wants color in it too. She's moving and I don't know when I'll see her next, so I figured, why the hell not?). Going up to the property after that; possibly going to the lake after that. Will be back that night.
Friday: Leave at seven or so to drive down to UCSC for orientation. I don't know how long it'll take, but I figure I'll be back by eight at the latest. On a side note: Jocey's coming up as well. Must pack like crazy that night.
And now here's where the real insanity begins...
Saturday: Jocey and I leave to go to the property where, if all things go according to plan (they rarely do), we will leave with Dad, Aimee, and Dakota to go on a motorhome trip. We're heading north into Oregon, checking out hot springs and waterfalls and cheese factories and the like (Dakota's favorite is the World's Largest Frying Pan); then we'll head inland and curve back around south through Nevada and head home...except...
August 2nd: While on our way back, we'll meet up with my sister somewhere in Reno or Carson City and my dad will slow down enough to toss me (and my stuff) out the side door and into my sister's car. Wende and I will then drive her very small car across the country to New York, where she will be attending law school.
August 10th: We will hopefully arrive in New York; then run around trying to move stuff in and make emergency trips to Bed Bath and Beyond for sheets that we will have probably lost somewhere around Kansas. This is assuming that my sister and I both make it to New York; knowing the two of us, we will either be the best of friends by the end of this trip...or Wende will be putting her new lawyer skills to work very very quickly.
August 11th or 12th: I assume my sister will boot me out eventually so I can fly home, though no one has given me a specific date. But I better be coming home soon--not just cause I'll miss you guys (though by that point a lot of you will be getting ready to go to school/gone to school already), but also because I'll need to spend...
Whenever I get home-- August 31st: Getting all my shit together and finding a place to live in Santa Cruz, so that come September, I can move there. I might still be working at Daphne's for those last 2-3 weeks, but I'm not sure. And I'll hopefully do some kind of get-together so I can say bye to peoples.
So there you have it. It's long, it's insane, it's filled with way too many possibilities of death by frying pan. Again, this is more for my reference than y'all, but I also thought you'd like the warning: I have not fallen off the face of the earth; I have not been eaten by wolves. I'll be back.
I promise.
Please please please call me, even if you think I'm busy...I still like hearing from people.
~lurve and head-scratchies and all that jazz~