here I am again: packing.
How many times have I done this? Packed up and left, never sure as to if I was ever coming back.. but I did.
But not this time.
Family and friends are converging upon this place for me, and that's a nice feeling.
Back to the pack.
Running and sliding. Riding and diving.
update:
dammit. I do not like this new site design. seriously, I'm a bit inebriated and can't do a thing. seriously, not one thing.
The page with people I've bookmarked with their journal updates? Gone! Haven't people in the beta group been clamouring for that? And there's totally fun thing that happens in Opera (latest version) when I load a thread with multiple pages: numbers and one or two of the arrow buttons don't show up. Like, at all..
hey, you know what though? I am fucking walking in my commencement ceremony. Today. Then there will be good food and awkward family gathering silences. But then they'll go away and my bestest friends will be here and we will have fun and reminisce and we will drink jug wine and we will go over to my friend's house later and rock it all fucking night long baby.
kinda makes up for the fact that I needed to clean, and my roommate only did what I asked him to do: clean the upstairs bathroom. Well he only cleaned the sink area and the toilet. Didn't mop up or even wipe down the floor, so I had to do that, and he didn't even offer to do any of the other cleaning!!!! He left a giant freaking bag of trash downstairs. From his room. It was full of trash that he had accumulated in his room, dude, seriously? these are 20 gallon bags here. That's 20 gallons of fucking trash IN your room!!!! And sometimes, what he does is take the last bit of milk from the jug and puts chocolate syrup in there. I'd see it one day, and then I'd see it disappear, thinking that he'd finished it and threw it away, but two days later -- seriously -- the jug reappears in the fridge.
I could go on.. but we're both moving out in two weeks -- AND GODDMAMIT, MUST YOU GET THE BATHROOM FLOOR ALL WET WHEN YOU SHOWER -- ahem, we still have a good time and good stimulating intellectual conversation and some hijinks.
welp. take the good. take the bad. take 'em both..
How many times have I done this? Packed up and left, never sure as to if I was ever coming back.. but I did.
But not this time.
Family and friends are converging upon this place for me, and that's a nice feeling.
Back to the pack.
Running and sliding. Riding and diving.
update:
dammit. I do not like this new site design. seriously, I'm a bit inebriated and can't do a thing. seriously, not one thing.
The page with people I've bookmarked with their journal updates? Gone! Haven't people in the beta group been clamouring for that? And there's totally fun thing that happens in Opera (latest version) when I load a thread with multiple pages: numbers and one or two of the arrow buttons don't show up. Like, at all..
hey, you know what though? I am fucking walking in my commencement ceremony. Today. Then there will be good food and awkward family gathering silences. But then they'll go away and my bestest friends will be here and we will have fun and reminisce and we will drink jug wine and we will go over to my friend's house later and rock it all fucking night long baby.
kinda makes up for the fact that I needed to clean, and my roommate only did what I asked him to do: clean the upstairs bathroom. Well he only cleaned the sink area and the toilet. Didn't mop up or even wipe down the floor, so I had to do that, and he didn't even offer to do any of the other cleaning!!!! He left a giant freaking bag of trash downstairs. From his room. It was full of trash that he had accumulated in his room, dude, seriously? these are 20 gallon bags here. That's 20 gallons of fucking trash IN your room!!!! And sometimes, what he does is take the last bit of milk from the jug and puts chocolate syrup in there. I'd see it one day, and then I'd see it disappear, thinking that he'd finished it and threw it away, but two days later -- seriously -- the jug reappears in the fridge.
I could go on.. but we're both moving out in two weeks -- AND GODDMAMIT, MUST YOU GET THE BATHROOM FLOOR ALL WET WHEN YOU SHOWER -- ahem, we still have a good time and good stimulating intellectual conversation and some hijinks.
welp. take the good. take the bad. take 'em both..
I am going to go so juvenile tonight. so-joovie, baby.
ooh.. and maybe get some soju?! mm..
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Roommates...ithey just usually end up sucking, don't they? It's so hard to live with someone, even someone you're totally in love with.
The new site is weird. Pastel? SInce when is pastel punk rock? I guess I'm just not "part of the demographic". Which apparently means that I'm old, but whatever.
hee hee - pastel punk rock