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Moving up to Ann Arbor tomorrow is shaping up to be the most daunting ordeal in the history of large-scale planning.
A few details:
-I am moving up early to be a 'move-in maker,' meaning there will be nobody at east quad to help haul my shit. Those guys spoiled us last year. Now it'll be every fucker for themselves.
-Dad could not get the day off of work, so he won't be there.
-A friend's grandfather just passed away, so now I won't be leaving until after the 2pm funeral. I won't actually start moving in until around 4.
-Mom volunteered for coordinating post-funeral meals, so she won't be coming to help (don't get me wrong, I think its great she's doing that. Its just another part of the equation).
-Only my 21 year old brother, the least helpful being known to man, is availible to help move. Sadly, I think he would be the anti-help.
-WolverineAccess went jiu-jitsu on me, so I will have to sneak into Cynthia Burton's office at some point to fix my schedule. Fuck WolverineAccess in its stupid ass.
Also, I get to wake up early to go bed bath and beyonding with mom, which I still immaturely loath. I've been trying to do all back to school shopping by myself this year to avoid the feeling of freeloading by spending my parents' money. Yes, I go to UM and had an unpaying job this summer, but when we go shopping and they keep saying "This one is nicer, we can pay extra for it," I still feel like a god damn personification of how the world sees a spoiled little jewish kid. I hate that feeling.
My current plan is to pack up the car in the morning, fill it to the point where there is no room for my brother, and convince him that it is unnecessary for him to follow in his car. I'm not sure what I'll say to accomplish that, but I do know that it will avoid a) his nagging, many breaks, and associated productivity impediments and b) his potentially asking to stay and party, spending the night in my room. I do not want to go partying with him. we wouldn't be done getting the room straight until after dark, and I sure as hell won't have the energy to go out. If that were to happen, he would still go to bars and then come back shitfaced. Yeah, I have some issues with my brother. I'll park in the forest garage, and the family will pick the car up on sunday, when they come for pre-birthday dinner.
The upside to this is that I will be moving in completely on my own. I know, this may be what I've been complaining about, but the fact is that after I haul all of my shit to the fourth floor, lay down the carpet, arrange the furniture and wire it all up, there will be a very fulfiling moment. It will be punctuated by a hard-earned beer, and a great night's sleep.
A few details:
-I am moving up early to be a 'move-in maker,' meaning there will be nobody at east quad to help haul my shit. Those guys spoiled us last year. Now it'll be every fucker for themselves.
-Dad could not get the day off of work, so he won't be there.
-A friend's grandfather just passed away, so now I won't be leaving until after the 2pm funeral. I won't actually start moving in until around 4.
-Mom volunteered for coordinating post-funeral meals, so she won't be coming to help (don't get me wrong, I think its great she's doing that. Its just another part of the equation).
-Only my 21 year old brother, the least helpful being known to man, is availible to help move. Sadly, I think he would be the anti-help.
-WolverineAccess went jiu-jitsu on me, so I will have to sneak into Cynthia Burton's office at some point to fix my schedule. Fuck WolverineAccess in its stupid ass.
Also, I get to wake up early to go bed bath and beyonding with mom, which I still immaturely loath. I've been trying to do all back to school shopping by myself this year to avoid the feeling of freeloading by spending my parents' money. Yes, I go to UM and had an unpaying job this summer, but when we go shopping and they keep saying "This one is nicer, we can pay extra for it," I still feel like a god damn personification of how the world sees a spoiled little jewish kid. I hate that feeling.
My current plan is to pack up the car in the morning, fill it to the point where there is no room for my brother, and convince him that it is unnecessary for him to follow in his car. I'm not sure what I'll say to accomplish that, but I do know that it will avoid a) his nagging, many breaks, and associated productivity impediments and b) his potentially asking to stay and party, spending the night in my room. I do not want to go partying with him. we wouldn't be done getting the room straight until after dark, and I sure as hell won't have the energy to go out. If that were to happen, he would still go to bars and then come back shitfaced. Yeah, I have some issues with my brother. I'll park in the forest garage, and the family will pick the car up on sunday, when they come for pre-birthday dinner.
The upside to this is that I will be moving in completely on my own. I know, this may be what I've been complaining about, but the fact is that after I haul all of my shit to the fourth floor, lay down the carpet, arrange the furniture and wire it all up, there will be a very fulfiling moment. It will be punctuated by a hard-earned beer, and a great night's sleep.