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bob, uncle billy and i moved three van-loads of stuff today, filling up half of my storage unit. we moved the biggest furniture and about half of my storage-boxed goods. i weeded out a few more books tonight (like the 20-year-old atlas... i think a few things have changed, no?) and also just remembered a stack of boxes in my closet. when i pulled them out, i had a few "oh my GOD, i still have that?!" moments, so after i regroup for a couple more minutes, i'm gonna go through them. it'll be neat if i can get them pared down from four to three, but i'm not holding out hope. the more i go through stuff, though, the more i wish i could just fucking part with things. i have so much *stuff*. useless, sentimental crap that i pull out of the boxes once or twice a year, go "aw, yeah..." and put it away again. earlier, i broke a knick-knack, and i didn't even care. i knew it was going to break and i didn't move it before it did. in fact, it felt so good to be rid of it, i picked out two more to get rid of.
bob is going to talk to uncle billy about teaching me to drive, since he taught both of his daughters and that went over quite well. and actually, i nearly passed out... bob said he might go ahead and teach me himself. a bit late, dontcha think? but like they say, better late... that'd be cool if one or both of them taught me; all the less money i have to spend and the sooner i can move back out. and mom had said last year that if i ever got my license, we could talk about her helping me get a car. i hate that these things are happening half a lifetime later than they "should" have, and that i have to move back home to have the money for them, but i'm glad they're happening. soon i'll be able to catch up with the rest of the world.
bob is going to talk to uncle billy about teaching me to drive, since he taught both of his daughters and that went over quite well. and actually, i nearly passed out... bob said he might go ahead and teach me himself. a bit late, dontcha think? but like they say, better late... that'd be cool if one or both of them taught me; all the less money i have to spend and the sooner i can move back out. and mom had said last year that if i ever got my license, we could talk about her helping me get a car. i hate that these things are happening half a lifetime later than they "should" have, and that i have to move back home to have the money for them, but i'm glad they're happening. soon i'll be able to catch up with the rest of the world.