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2006-05-28 - 3:03 p.m. I Am the Anti-HomeSick After two days of packing up all the stuff I'm bringing back with me* and all the stuff I'm leaving behind for the summer, interspersed with the occasional glass of sangria, mug of coffee, or meal (or sometimes two or more of these at once!), I am officially UN-homesick. I can't be bothered anymore. I'm already grossed out at the thought of having to come back in August and undo all the damage I've just done to my immaculate system of semi-organization. *Okay, seriously -- why do I have so many great outfits? Why can't I decide ahead of time what job I'm going to be doing? Why do I have NO IDEA how to narrow down my packing? It's not any easier for the pets, either. Ponyboy is either weirded out by my putting everything away, or else he's missing the roommate -- in either case, he hasn't been eating. TR didn't change the cat litter before she left town for a week, and so now both boxes are in her room because I was becoming nauseous from the smell. Both cats have decided I'm to provide them with surrogate affection, and so they've been in my face (lap, whatever) at every possible opportunity. I'm beginning to suspect that Julio was taken from his mommy about 2 months too soon because he's trying to milk my tummy as I type right now, and his butt stinks like...well, like unhealthy cat butt, because he is eating PB's leftover food and it's SO not good for him. I'm basically freaking out here. I need to get the @*#& out of the house and eat some tacos or something. What is somewhat dumber still is that I will be, I'm sure, equally frazzled when I arrive in Edmonton. It will be past 11 at night, I will have had a likely-boring stopover in Calgary (unless FGB manages to show up, or Kayos) and have been up since 3 a.m. stuck in either a car, a plane, or an airport; my parents and my boyfriend will be there to greet me; and if my current mood is any indication of how well I travel (and it is), all I will be wanting is a joint and a bed... maybe some brandy, but certainly not any conversation. Maybe I should just grab a taxi instead? I'm sure the $ would be worth the emotional chagrin this is going to cause us all... Luckily, I AM completly (over)packed and I still have two nights left to CHILL THE FUCK OUT. --mopheaded is headed for either Don Pepe's Taqueria or Il Cochito Contente, stat!
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