I must be bored...
it all started at 11:00am on friday, thats when i woke up.
hour 5 - i should get started packing... naw, I'm already planning on not sleeping, i got time.
hour 13 - aww damn, fell asleep for a few minutes on Saras couch... oh, she fell asleep too... i'll give her 5 more minutes then wake her, she needs to pack too... oh, she woke up, never mind.
hour 16 - on a roll now, making progress... shit that's a lot of stuff...
hour 18ish - what the hell was that noise? oh, it was someone's cell phone alarm... i thought it was a bird... a very scary bird...
hour 19 - the wall just moved... pull your self together, it's only been 19 hours... oh wait, that's on top of the only 5 hours last night... ad the 4 before that...
hour 20 - my mind has left my body, and is now driving it remotely. get back to work.
hour 20ish - Logan acts differently around his parents... i should do something since i never have to see them again... can't think of anything, okay, maybe a holocaust joke... just one...
hour 21 - I swear i just heard a greasel...
hour 24 - i think this may actually all fit in the van, spiffy... better start cleaning...
hour 25 - i swear, every time i leave the room the walls throw one more thing on the floor to make me think that i've got one last little piece of paper to deal with... do real apartments give you noon deadlines to expunge all traces of your existence from the earth?
i just told russ that i've been awake for 25 hours, he asked me if i ever get tired since i haven't passed out when i sit down.... is that a joke? i haven't sat down yet... i think that was the last time i saw russ...
hour 25.5 - out of here! got everything packed and done, didn't throw anything out either, suck it!
hour 26 - did my dad just say he wanted a plastic bag at olivers? why don't we get paper? for that matter, we're buying sandwiches that we plan on walking 20 feet and then eating, why do we even need a bag? why is he ignoring me? oh right, I'm thinking it but not saying it... this is going to be a long summer.
hour 26 ~ 28 - dads driving back, i finally get to sleep a little... is that susanna dancing to polka music, oh fuck, car, CAR! wait... i'm in car, where'd susanna go? right, i'm in a car, that's why there's a car in front of me, it's a road. sussana isn't here, dreams... right, sleep... back to sleep...
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where am i? i'm in a car... why the hell am i in a car? is one of my friends playing a joke on me? am i with deanna? nope, that's my dad... right, going to davis, i forgot... going to davis sucks enough, but realizing you're going to davis right after you think you're with a friend sucks even more, stupid contrasting reactions...
something like that happened every 15 minutes or so.
hour 28.5 - back home... oh, you want to return the car by six tonight? great...great... lets unpack then, at least he's helping unpack... and he's done helping, going to take a nap... i see, well, you've had a long day...
hour 29ish - every thing's in the house, i'm going to lay on my bed and pass out.
...19 hours later...
i wake up. it's very disorienting to wake up in almost exactly the same lighting conditions as you fell asleep in... feels like no time has gone by, it also feels like you fell asleep and woke up before you went to sleep, hard to remember what day it is... i'm hungry...
things are beginning to sink in... there are people that i wont see for at least 2-3 months, or perhaps longer... did i say goodbye to Hayley or Deanna? I didn't even see Alesia or Jen... hmm...
i'm back home for a while... shit... i don't have classes for a while... okay, so relax then...
I... i got everything, right? no... i forgot my tupperware i think... and a good bit of food... and, did i clean the kitchen? i don't remember, i think i did... no, maybe not... shit. awww, my metal things... i forgot my metal things...
it's a good thing i'm not impulsive, my judgment sure was impaired by the time sara came by at 5:00am to say bye... probably would have ended in a slap...
i think i need to sit my dad down and tell him that i've spent the last 5 months feeding myself when i got hungry, and this sit down and eat like a family when dinner is served shit just isn't going to work.
the local grocery store is going to take some getting used too... the rice wine vinegar is in the ethnic food section, not the vinegar section... riiiight... and the ethnic food section is only identified by the kosher sign on the aisle... sigh... almost nothing organic... no organic milk at all... figures...
i almost forgot that my step mom can't cook worth a damn... at least she's stopped cooking now, she only eats jenny craig and salads... a nutritionist who eats jenny craig's... did i mention she works for the government, yah, that same government that arnold is running, we're so doomed.
my dad can't cook either, how they can both make spaghetti taste so bad is beyond me. you boil the noodles and put the sauce from the jar on the noodles, done. why are there four pots on the stove? okay, one for noodles, one for the ravioli, i get it... do you really need to heat the jar sauce up in it's own pan? and corn? with pasta? you even chose a bad pre-made sauce flavor... you make enough money dad, i think you can spring for Prego... and still, four pots to make pasta... yah, why would he care though, he cooks so i have to clean the dishes, why would he care about how many pots he's wasting if I'm the one cleaning them... i need to stop eating with them.
i think my body isn't reacting well to my diet shift... all this processed food isn't working... i baked some bread today, that should help. of all the suck that is davis there is a nice kitchen with plenty of space... small oven though...
i forgot just how yuppie davis was... all the art on walls, all the people not walking down the street, all the waste. how my step mom has big planter boxes outside, filled with imported dirt, so she can grow her vegetables, with chemical fertilizer... sickening... our pool pump runs 10 hours a day too keep algae from growing in it... so it can sit there, being a pool... all day and all night just being a pool, in case we need to use it, eventually...
how does that thrift store stay in business? i should go there.
i need a job... a night job. nice, dark, few people, an excuse to not eat with anyone. all i want is minimum wage to keep the monkey off my back.