2004-08-28 - 2:28 p.m.
God damn it, why can't I just start packing? What's up with my bad self?
*Normal Person*: Hmm, today is Saturday...I'm moving in to an apartment on Tuesday...and actually I'm bringing a lot of stuff early, on Monday...maybe I should start packing. Yes, I think I will.
*Kelly*: It's really hot. And I can't really pack my clothes until I do back to school shopping, right? But it's too hot to go try on winter clothes, right? So I'd better sit here and play Oregon Trail.
I can't really explain my mixed feelings...but let me try!!! I'm excited to go back to school, but not entirely excited because living with 3 people, three co-ed people, seems to be an endless stream of rules and chores. BUY A HOOK FOR YOUR TOWEL. CLEAN YOUR HAIR OUT OF THE DRAIN. NO, YOU HAVE TO SHARE YOUR PLATES AND BOWLS. THERE'S NOT ENOUGH ROOM IN THE FRIDGE FOR SODA SO WE'LL HAVE TO SHARE. NO, WE DON'T WANT TO GO FOOD SHOPPING ON MOVE-IN DAY (so I guess I'll just starve?). Just pain in the ass things like that. I'm sorry, but I just think sharing plates and stuff is fucking gross. Plus, I don't care what ANYBODY says, even if you're living with your best best friend, if you see them using your stuff, you feel a little used. And when you use someone else's stuff, you always feel like they're gonna bust in and "catch" you. At least I do. But then, I'm a bad person.
Anyway, even all of that isn't instilling a put-offy feeling in me. I'm just lazy. And it really is hot in here. It's like 92 degrees in my house. If I tried to pack I would sweat out all my bodily fluids and pass out and die in a pile of my own dirty laundry. Besides, I'm not that worried. I made a list of everything I want to bring back in like, June. Part of the problem is parents. What's bad about being a lazy person, is when you finally take action, you look like you're in some kind of manic fervor. If I stormed around like "MOM, WHERE'S THE LAUNDRY BAG?" "MOM, I'M GONNA GO PACK MY CLOTHES.", going around the house packing and being responsible, etc etc, she'd get all nervous and flustery like when someone is all gung-ho LET'S CLEAN when you really don't want to. Have I explained that right? ALso the problem is my mom likes to slip stuff in my suitcases, so I end up with a lot of double or triplicate and uneccessary things. "I put some noseplugs in with your underwear." Stuff like that.
Well, anyway.
The good news is I feel so sick and anxious about moving in that I can't eat! What a nice bonus.
