location: panera, soaking up the gloriously free wi-fi
current tunage: "slicker drips" by the white stripes
from clapclapclapclap deep in the heart of texas:
honestly, can you really expect to sustain 600 pounds of man on 12 oz. of sausage? it's ludicrous.
only a few weeks 'til staging! i feel so unprepared...i've only found 2 long skirts. i need to get on that. the gap has been great though, they have a ton of lightweight longsleeve shirts.
i'm already hankering for a change of scenery though. too many people around here that could very easily be the caller in that jimmy dean clip. there's a creeper at panera as we speak that probably filled up on his fried egg, steak and sausage before coming here to walk past my booth a bunch of times and leer at me. i should start wearing my conservative moroccan warddrobe now!
another thing to add to my list of things i'll miss: dim sum and bubble tea. sigh. oh and ballet classes.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
on packing, unpacking, moving and air travel
today was my last day in my sublet...i packed up my life (and left large parts of it in the apartment building's loading dock, which i have decided to call "the island of misfit toys") and chucked most of my furniture last night in preparation for my journey back to texas today. almost all my furniture. i left my bed intact overnight so as to sleep in it, then got up early to make sure i had time to get it out of the apartment before my very generous friend picked me up to take me to the airport.
probably should have considered the fact that i don't own any tools and my bed frame is too big to get through my bedroom door in one piece.
i got the mattress off easily enough (i'm not retarded) but my brain sort of shut down after that, so i decided to take a few very important, very serious steps (ie go for coffee then get on gchat to whine to my boyfriend for 20 minutes about why i shouldn't even bother to take the bed apart since i never paid a security deposit). after that one of my roommates (ex-roommates?) supplied me with a screwdriver and a hammer. ah, primates and tool-using. managed to get these tricky metal things off the sides of the frame, but the majority of it was still boldly intact. so out of curiosity i just started wacking at it with the hammer. after making a small hole, i decided kicking was the way to go.
this is the part where i tell you that kicking a bed in is an awesome way to relieve possible stress/anxiety/nervousness one may be feeling when one is about to move to morocco for two years and barely knows any arabic.
may have gotten a little over-excited when the frame finally crashed down into four separate, easily manageable parts. may have yelled something like "IT IS FINISHED" and freaked out my classy British ex-roommates.
side note on the Brits...i keep catching myself saying "fairy lights" instead of "christmas lights."
anyway so that was the best part of my day i think--totally dominating a cumbersome piece of furniture i'm pretty sure weighed more than i do.
once my dear friend The Sticky Bandit picked me up we had a nice car ride to BWI, where i managed to get both checked bags in under-weight (had to move some stuff around and physically sit on my backpack in public in order to get everything that i took out of my suitcase in there). spent some quality time with a turkey club and a darija textbook i found cheap online, did two crossword puzzles (be jealous) and found myself safely in the hands of my daddy by 6 pm central time. Had dinner with the parents, enjoyed a few drunken phonecalls from Grover, unpacked my life and made a cvs run.
pretty solid day, i think. i just never feel like i'm doing enough to get myself prepared for this crazy journey taking place in less than a month...
probably should have considered the fact that i don't own any tools and my bed frame is too big to get through my bedroom door in one piece.
i got the mattress off easily enough (i'm not retarded) but my brain sort of shut down after that, so i decided to take a few very important, very serious steps (ie go for coffee then get on gchat to whine to my boyfriend for 20 minutes about why i shouldn't even bother to take the bed apart since i never paid a security deposit). after that one of my roommates (ex-roommates?) supplied me with a screwdriver and a hammer. ah, primates and tool-using. managed to get these tricky metal things off the sides of the frame, but the majority of it was still boldly intact. so out of curiosity i just started wacking at it with the hammer. after making a small hole, i decided kicking was the way to go.
this is the part where i tell you that kicking a bed in is an awesome way to relieve possible stress/anxiety/nervousness one may be feeling when one is about to move to morocco for two years and barely knows any arabic.
may have gotten a little over-excited when the frame finally crashed down into four separate, easily manageable parts. may have yelled something like "IT IS FINISHED" and freaked out my classy British ex-roommates.
side note on the Brits...i keep catching myself saying "fairy lights" instead of "christmas lights."
anyway so that was the best part of my day i think--totally dominating a cumbersome piece of furniture i'm pretty sure weighed more than i do.
once my dear friend The Sticky Bandit picked me up we had a nice car ride to BWI, where i managed to get both checked bags in under-weight (had to move some stuff around and physically sit on my backpack in public in order to get everything that i took out of my suitcase in there). spent some quality time with a turkey club and a darija textbook i found cheap online, did two crossword puzzles (be jealous) and found myself safely in the hands of my daddy by 6 pm central time. Had dinner with the parents, enjoyed a few drunken phonecalls from Grover, unpacked my life and made a cvs run.
pretty solid day, i think. i just never feel like i'm doing enough to get myself prepared for this crazy journey taking place in less than a month...
Sunday, August 9, 2009
we got no food! we got no jobs! our pets HEADS ARE FALLIN' OFF!
current location: atop my bed
currently listening to: "don't look back in anger" by oasis
the title of this post totally relates to my life right now, if you assume i'm using the royal "we," i actually am pretty well-fed and i don't have a pet. if i did, i bet it's head would be fallin' off though.
anyway what i'm trying to say is i am now unemployed! for most people this would not be a reason to do a jig, but in my case i am moving on from something with a clear path in front of me. as clear as peace corps can be, at least.
it was really bittersweet to leave my job on friday. i had such a great few years with everyone, but at the same time i really wasn't doing what i want to do with my life.
so now i'm looking forward! in one month i will be on a flight to morocco, hopefully not losing my shit and having a freak-out panic attack. until then i'm just packing in as much time with my friends as possible, trying to learn darija (slow-going, i'm getting pretty nervous about being able to communicate effectively) and buying stuff i need for the next two years.
thing i will miss: wearing shorts when it's hot out.
currently listening to: "don't look back in anger" by oasis
the title of this post totally relates to my life right now, if you assume i'm using the royal "we," i actually am pretty well-fed and i don't have a pet. if i did, i bet it's head would be fallin' off though.
anyway what i'm trying to say is i am now unemployed! for most people this would not be a reason to do a jig, but in my case i am moving on from something with a clear path in front of me. as clear as peace corps can be, at least.
it was really bittersweet to leave my job on friday. i had such a great few years with everyone, but at the same time i really wasn't doing what i want to do with my life.
so now i'm looking forward! in one month i will be on a flight to morocco, hopefully not losing my shit and having a freak-out panic attack. until then i'm just packing in as much time with my friends as possible, trying to learn darija (slow-going, i'm getting pretty nervous about being able to communicate effectively) and buying stuff i need for the next two years.
thing i will miss: wearing shorts when it's hot out.
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