Oh.

My.

God.

Blessed holy Inari, thank you so much for allowing me to live through this last week, seriously. Friday especially. The very fact that I survived is evidence that there is a higher power, and I thank you, Bast, Thoth, Gaea and Selene that I retained any measure of my happiness and sanity. *bow*


For the rest of you:

OKAY.

NEXT TIME I SAY I NEED TO PACK.

KICK MY ASS UNTIL I DO IT. O_x;;;

Okay.

After crit on Thursday, and after writing my last entry, I fucking crashed. I slept from about five in the afternoon until... nine. Didn't get to eat at Pearlstone, obviously, since they close at nine. Went to see Clara and Elizabeth, and ended up meeting Liz's dad and... helping them pack her car. Ahahahah. Prelude to disaster. They ended up leaving things here for Clara to pack. Because the car was stuffed full. Ahur. And Elizabeth left a filthy fucking mess all over her side of the room, jeebu. Clara and I ended up cleaning it all up, and Clara had to rescue several things from drawers that Elizabeth almost left behind, god. It pissed poor Clara off so, so much, poor girl. Sigh. Well. After Elizabeth finally left, Clara and I yakked for awhile, and she ordered a pizza. I ate her crusts. :E That was all I'd eaten since... since... since... oh god. Since Wednesday afternoon. Oi.

Eventually got Tom to come over (like AN HOUR later than I wanted him to show up, mind) and played Magic until 2:30am. The three of us ended up yakking altogether (GEEKOUTS YEY?!) until 3:30am. This made it 2.5 hours later than I wanted to start packing. Fecking hell.

Packed like a motherfucker. Did laundry (bedding and towels). Woke Clara from her nap at 4:30am. 10:00am rolled around. Dad showed up at 10:10am. I was so very not fucking ready. I was maybe (maybe) two-thirds packed. Guh. And, really, wouldn't have been that hard to finish--I had Dad wrap Glad Wrap around my paintings to keep the newer ones both from smearing and from getting paint on other stuff and sent Clara to get one last packing box from community living. Would have been a simple matter of tossing the last few things into that box, sticking the last of my clothes into bags and a few things into boxes and us being on our way.

Clara came back.

They ran out of packing boxes.

...

They. Ran. Out. Of. Packing. Boxes.

...

THEY RAN THE FUCK OUT OF PACKING BOXES.


What. What. What the fuck.

So. I. But.

So I had to pack everything I had planned to take home--including all the books/notebooks/manga I'd brought, three video game consoles, my television, all my clothes, an entire hamper full of plushies, a large printer, the entire contents of my desk and two dresser drawers, a coolerful of refrigerable food, and a huge bag of nonperishable food--PLUS enough stuff to fill an 18x18x24 box into one Chevrolet Equinox. That means one of Blick's blankets, all my blankets, a lamp, a fan, some nonperishable food I'd planned to leave, Blick's FMA bag full of books, books of my own I'd planned to leave, toiletries I wouldn't have needed until next year, the Brita pitcher, all of my posters and wall scrolls, coats, winter clothes... it all had to be stuffed into our car. WHAT.

We ended up going to Wal*Mart and getting a roof-top tie-down bag in which to stuff the majority of it, because man, otherwise there just would have been no fucking way. Christmas. Next year, I'm buying as many boxes as the pair of us can legally store and then selling back what we don't use.

Oh OH oh and storage, lawl. It... the paperwork wasn't a hassle. Actually storing stuff wasn't a hassle. It was GETTING the shit there. Guh-huh. One of the boxes we almost couldn't lift onto the dolly. (I'm just glad we fucking FOUND a dolly.) Goddamnit goddamnit. It took almost 45 minutes just to lug that stuff all the way to Huebeck. Ffffrgh.

So Dad showed up at 10:10am?

We didn't leave until 6:30pm.

I shit you not.

It was around 8:30pm when we rolled into the retirement party of Jeff... Stein? One of Dad's friends. Good guy. We showed up too late for food, but eh. It was fucking cold. Like 50 degrees. It had been freaking seventy-something when we left Baltimore, and I was shaking like a fucking leaf. Cold + sick = UCK. Luckily Dad noticed and was all D: so we ducked out within the hour. Ate at McDonald's. The chicken McNuggets were gross (whose idea was it to go to all white meat, anyway?) and the fries were half-cold, but I ate everything anyway. I was fucking starving.

It was quarter of ten when we got home.

I apologized so many times to Dad over the course of the day. There was a point whereat I was almost in tears I was so pissed off (at myself) and upset (at the entire situation). He kept telling me it was okay, and that he wasn't mad, he understood, and that that's what dads were for. I love him. I love my dad so, so, so much. There was one point during the ride home (at which the entire trunk, backseat and overhead bag were stuffed, and I was in the front seat with a massive box of books squashing my feet at the sides of it, a huge backpack in my lap, and a box with my still-life in it in my hands) where he told me, "Now: I'm only going to say this once. Just once. Don't ever do this again." ._. *whiiiiiiine* Good god I have never felt more horrible about inconveniencing someone in my life. Haet. Whimper.

Dad got me up at 11:30 the next day and fed me eggs and bacon with a bagel. Oh god yay food holy shit. It didn't take long to unpack the car, but WOW, did it take up most of the foyer. Arctic came over to... well, to visit, but she ended up helping. <333 I missed that girl. I missed her so much, I really did. Sometimes I want to smack her with a fish, but I missed her regardless. Pissed Dad off by going to La Vale with Arc and ending up being late to the Lions' dinner, but fuck him; I'm sorry, old man, but my friends are more important than you are. I choose them and see them with great infrequency; I'm stuck with you for the rest of my life. :P Deal.

I slept from one Saturday night until 3:30 this afternoon. Goddamn, did that feel good. Moved everything from the foyer up into Matt's room. Moved some stuff out of here into there too. Didn't accomplish much else. Discovered that the shelf I wanted to buy from Wal*Mart is too big for where I want to put it (atop my dresser, or barring that, behind my door while moving the one currently behind my door to the top of my dresser), so I'll need to look and see what Ollie's has. Honestly, I no longer have enough room for all the CDs, DVDs, manga, books, and notebooks I own on the shelves I have. And I've bought a crapton of shelves recently. Ffff.

It looks like I'm going to spend the next several days rearranging my room. Again. Not in terms of furniture rearrangement, though; at least not by more than a piece or two. I think I'm going to turn my armoire (currently a crapfactory jumble of OH GOD WHAT IS IT?!) into my art cabinet, and move all of my other stuff-and-junk into my other chest of drawers, which right now has an unfortunate amount of artsy stuff therein. Also, there are all these boxes of unknown crap in this space underneath the corner table in my room. Uh. Yeah. I've either gotta figure out a better way to use that space, or--buy another piece of furniture that will actually utilize it. This table is cute and all, but it's really, really useless. Maybe I'll grab a plastic chest of drawers or something--something little, so that I can put it under this table. Place for cosplay storage? Media drawers for my video games? I'll think of something. Right now, it's just some old Girl Scout Cookie crates, two old recorders and an old battery-operated keyboard, all taking up space and collecting dust. Ew please.

Also, cleaning out the boxes under my bed. Must commence. Right now it's broken jewel cases, books that ought to be on my shelves, and... old crap from elementary school. Guh. Yeah, room needs an overhaul.

So uh. THAT is why I haven't been online since early Friday morning! And why I'll only be on sporadically for the next several days. ILUGAIZ but right now the real world takes precedence.

SMOOCHES. <3 <3 <3

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