And maybe even foes :D
I know it's been a while since I've written, and what can I say about that? Well, to be honest, I've gotten lazy. Taking the time to write, when like no one reads, is a waste of my time. Not to say that I don't have good material to write about: like the Weekend Warrior, or volume 2 of my misadventures with Quick Minute, or sadpanda, or why I won't date anymore (at least for the foreseeable future), or, my personal fave, and most recent story, what happens when you send over 20 college kids for a few days to a town where they know no one... well, not much, but it was a bad-ass weekend! Think fireworks... or lack thereof. Constipation. And I'm sure my burnt nose will be proof of it for a while.
So here is the big news: I'm moving! And, Quick Minute, if you're reading this, no, I'm not moving out. I, for one, like living at home. There's always beans in the fridge, and he helps to take care of the turtle you stepped on. Not to mention the fact that I don't pay rent; my personal fave.
So, to correct the news, we're moving! Yay!!! It's not a bigger place. I think it may be smaller. But we do have more privacy from each other and others. And the neighborhood seems less ghetto, even though it's Gardena. But, yay! I'm pretty psyched about it. We'll be closer to... Wal-Mart? Umm, okay... And I know Dee will be happy that we're gonna be closer because of all those beans. You know you're a true Mexican when, even though you make decent beans, they're not as good as that of your parents. Beans, they're awesome.
This move is good. Change, although it doesn't always seem like it, is good. You gotta just keep looking at the positive. The positive is where you find not just the good, but the great. So, this move is good, and great and all, but the one thing that just about fucking sucks is the act of packing and moving your things. This is just about the worst.
I don't know about you, but I've accumulated a lot of shit over the years. From purses, to books, to clothes, to even puzzles, there is just so much stuff! I didn't think it was that bad, but today I've started some serious packing, and, well, it's a lot. And I'm starting to feel stressed. Nope, not stressed. Stressed happened this weekend when I realized it was a couple of days since I'd had a bowel movement. Stressed was when I met Quick Minute during a viewing and I had a panic attack. Stressed just happened a couple of minutes ago when I realized that my squiggly line button doesn't work anymore. (You know, the one to the left of the 1/! button. WTH is up with that?!?!) Nope, this is just overwhelming.
Overwhelming is manageable. Just take it one box at a time. But, oh my fucking goodness, I have
so
much
SHIT.
Wouldn't it just be easier for me to just throw away all my shit and start fresh, say in Alaska??? You know, go all Into the Wild status? I'm very much considering this as a possibility. It seems like it would be so much easier for me to just start a fire, burn all my possessions, and start fresh. But, I would miss some of my belongings. Like my Hello Kitty pillow. And my oh so comfortable bed. It's so delicious.
I just can't. I'd miss a lot of my shit. So I guess I have to pack.
But, you know, what, no. No more self pitying BS. I'm glad this is happening. I'm my opinion, this should've happened earlier. Moving is great. It's super awesome. I wanted out of this place, and I knew this had to happen. So, in order to move, and move on from this place, I have to pack, and suffer, and carry shit down a lot of stairs, and then go back said hellish stairs. Man, my thighs are gonna get a bomb ass workout. Booyah!
So, here's to packing! And moving! Whenever I get the chance, I'll have a glass of wine in your honor :)
But I don't think it'll be anytime soon. Have I mentioned that I have to study for a test on Tuesday? And I have to do my Calc homework. And I have to finish my Geo project, final?, whatever it's called.
I have so much to do.
Gotta go... do "stuff".
Until next time... unless I'm murdered by boxes in my sleep.
(Oh, one can only wish...)