Love In The Asylum

Things to Do Before We Leave Tomorrow:

• bake sandwich buns for dinner and the trip
• wash all the clothes
• sort out the books I'm taking from the books I'm leaving here
• get three more cookbooks' worth of recipes typed up on the computer
• print out vaguely important documents
• make sure the electric wok is with the rest of the cooking stuff
• set my Facebook football team to a 24 practice
• find my chopsticks
• pack my stuff

AUGH SO MUCH TO DO. I HATE ROAD TRIPS.

Moved: five large and heavy boxes containing not less than 120 books, a large number of clothes I never wear, and assorted school supplies and room accesories, like my printer and my desk lamp. Also a refrigerator, a folding chair, and a comforter in a plastic bag. All on my own, but luckily not very far. Stairs are not my friend right now though. Or the passcode doors. But I am a bit proud of myself for managing on my own, and for not getting caught out for not having a sticker for my fridge.

Abandoned to the Aether: one plastic storage crate and the lid from a second, both my laundry hampers (the mesh one because it is dying and the plastic one because I hate it), some clothes I really never wear and never will, and my room fan. The last one is not without some reservation, since it has been a serious lifesaver, but it just did not fit anywhere in my boxes. At least I know I can buy a cheap-ass tiny table-top fan, since I don't need to cool the whole room, just the five feet I happen to be occupying at the time.

Packed: one suitcase (almost nothing but jeans and underwear), one overnight bag (hair/bath products and the most embarrassingly large collection of t-shirts that either say stupid shit or have comic book characters on them), one messenger bag (pajama pants and a large selection of truly random-ass crap, including an umbrella, a bag of jewelry, more hair products, a toothbrush, a pair of flip-flops, and a ninja rubber duck), and one computer bag (computer and accompanying cords, books/comics, and every DVD I own). Luggage also includes my purse, two pillows, and my quilt, all of which I will be dragging by myself halfway across the Bay and through the San Francisco Airport. Have I mentioned that I hate traveling? And that I fail at packing?

Tomorrow is going to suck epically. And since the dorms close at 8am, I have to be out of here at the ass-crack of dawn even though my flight doesn't leave until two in the afternoon. On the up side, this will be very useful in avoiding last year's 'arriving at the airport 10 minutes after my flight starts boarding' scenario. On the down side, 8am. EW.

BUT THIS TIME TOMORROW I WILL BE IN NEW MEXICO.

So. I am packed. Completely. Utterly. Inexorably, definitively, inescapably packed. We are leaving at about oh dark hundred tomorrow morning. This is it. I have now, officially, lost any chance I might still have had to chicken out and go to UNM. This is kind of mind-blowing. This time tomorrow I will be in California, and this time next week I will be almost about to start classes. Wow...

I need to change my desktop to something less...*ahem* suggestive for while I'm on the road with my dad. Don't think he'd appreciate looking over and seeing boysnogging. No. Oh well. When I'm about to move into my dorm and meet my roommate, I can change it to something really smutty. *grins* Hopefully I get someone not freaked out by  mansex boylove.