June 1st, 2006

hermione by oatmilk

My brother is adding to my music collection like whoa.

Today alternated between v. busy and not.  And taking a break at Alyssa's desk before lunch, I realized that part of the problem was that had literally not gotten enough sleep.  (And gee, look at the time; shuddup.)  Deciding the last week of May that one wants to have an End of Year Unit Cookout for the last week in June?  Yeah, good luck with scheduling that.  I actually enjoy scheduling spreadsheets, though -- all the color-coding and everything.

[Sidenote: LSAT prep class from 6pm-midnight?  How is that a good idea?]

So I caught up on the flist [though now I'm behind again, having spent my evening cleaning/packing], including all the X3 posts I'd bookmarked for reading after I did my writeup.  Some people have said some v. smart things, but I was surprised to see that I had hit most of the stuff in my own writeup.  I'm not sure I'm up for actually getting into conversations on other people's LJs, though -- largely I think because of the negativity whether I'm agreeing or disagreeing with someone in any given reaction.  (Though feel free to bring discussion to my LJ, esp. if you're a friend of mine -- or to specifically ask me to comment on a commentary post. 'Cause I do really like discussing -- as evidenced by my conversation with Maria in the comments to my own writeup, for example.)

The 'verse is so rich, however.  [Yes I know there are many many X-canons, but the premise broadly . . . .]  I think I'm gonna be reading a lot in that fandom for a while.  [P.S. F*ck.  First of the month equals site update.  If work has lulls, it'll get done then.  If not, well, it can wait until after the move.]  Recs welcome.  (Insta.rec -- in case you haven't seen one of the million recs of it already -- c_elisa's "For the Kingdom of Heaven."  Comicsverse based, but well worth a read regardless of familiarity with the 'verses; I know nothing of comicsverse, f'r'ex.  Delves into the complexities both ethical and medical involved in a Cure storyline.)

Speaking of superheroes, my dad sent me this link, saying "The comments are a combination of stupid and very interesting.  There was even an Elizabeth who I thought might be you."  I've only skimmed it thusfar but thought I'd pass it along.

P.S. LJ is all zomg-ing about the National Review's list of top 50 conservative rock songs, and I've stayed away to keep my libertarian blood pressure down, but I was pleased to see a non-leftist commentary on it.  (Again with the not-having-really-read-it.)


I vacilate between despairing of getting everything packed up by Saturday and thinking I've really got it under control.  (So of course the truth is somewhere in the middle.)  Rain is predicted for Saturday, so moving Sunday has been suggested (which would mean cancelling on you, Maria).  We shall see.

Wow there are so many places in which I have stuff.  It's pretty impressive how much stuff I can easily get rid of (which is kinda sad).  I had forgotten how much space there is in my room.  Oh the stuff I find.  My favorite so far: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle trading cards.  Clearly, I win.

"Watching your life pass through my hands on its way to Goodwill." -my mom

I had dinner with Ruthie last week instead of being Lutheran, but I went tonight -- with my mom, which was the first time that had happened in a while.

Turned out it was their last one until September, so we were glad to have gone.  Lauren and the pastor both asked about my move and exhorted me to come back and visit.

Thunderstorm was imminent, and they left the front door open so at one point the candle flames were flickering, which I loved.  And oh the thunder.  (Yes, I love thunderstorms.)

The Scripture was 1 John 3:1-7 and the Reflection was "Beloved" from The Only Necessary Thing by Henri Nouwen.  I totally dozed, which I felt bad about -- but I haven't gotten enough sleep all week, so so it goes.

After tonight's rousing round of cleaning out my closet floor, I think I really just need a few hours to put all my remaining books, clothes, and assorted schtuff into boxes/bags and I'd be good to go.  However, I'm going out tomorrow night and won't be back until after midnight, which means come Saturday I might have moved from tired to exhausted.  Plus, who wants that timecrunch stress?  Oh, and I have to pick up some furniture, which cuts into the time even further.  And I remember when we moved me into college first year and I was snappish with my mother in large part because I had been up half the night packing; and I don't really wanna repeat that, 'cause being short-tempered and cranky and pissy is no good.  And... here's the most important part: It's supposed to rain all day on Saturday.  This is really The Factor causing my decision.  (It being New England, however, I of course have anxiety that it will not rain on Saturday and will instead rain on Sunday, and I will thus feel way lame.  Even though I know the extra day is a good idea anyhow.)  I had psychologically committed to moving on Saturday, so I hate the idea of changing it to Sunday, but I keep telling myself it's a good idea.  Ooh, and this means I can go to SuperCuts on Saturday.  (My hair has been driving me up a wall this week.)  Another point in favor of Sunday.  (I do apologize for having to cancel on you, Maria.)

OriginalRoomie called ~3:30 this afternoon.  The landlord wanted my share of the rent.  No one had told either of us that the girl whose room I'm taking had not in fact bought out the remainder of her lease so I was expected to pay June rent.  Which is fine since I will be living there for June after all, but it would have been nice to know in advance.  This does not make me feel great about the landlord -- communication and all.  But we shall see.  I am in my zen place.  I would drop it off after work tomorrow except that I have dinner-and-a-movie plans.  OriginalRoomie said I could drop it off at the apartment on Saturday, but upon reflection it seems silly to do that if I'm gonna be moving in on Sunday -- like why not just bring it on Sunday.  So I'll call tomorrow.  I have to ask about whether I'm allowed to bolt my bookcase to the wall anyhow.  Apparently a guy's coming to fix up the bathroom in mid-June and he'll fix my windows then, too.  Good thing I'd resigned myself to moving in with the windows still cracked.

I used the word "equidistant" in my conversation with OriginalRoomie and she was pleased and impressed.  The previous day, Eric had gotten on my case for using the word "endorse" in a sentence, so I was v. glad to have support of my fifty-cent vocabulary :)

My brother said Somerville had 4 libraries.  MLN has three branches.  My dad was right that the West Branch is the closest one to me.  "Directions: MBTA: Red Line to Davis Square. Walk 2 blocks up College Ave. Library on left."



(1) I packed my checkbook, so I'll have to dig it out. Sigh.

(2) Rain is now predicted for Sunday as well as Saturday. I really do think giving myself this extra day is a good idea, though.

(3) Spirit of the Beehive @8:15pm + 97min = making the 10:35 home rather than the 11:50. Nice.