Monthly Archive for February, 2007
Nearly starved to death. Wished to be blissfully unaware. Spent lots of time with Rocket Science. Smiled in private moments, excited about my life. Thought about leaving for Portland early. Talked to m. Went to a rockin’ show in Arlington with DJ S. Wanted a cigarette badly on two occasions. Got very drunk Friday night and Sunday night. Cried. Reminisced. Thought about how much I love m. Requested gus gus at Dragonfly. Took zero pictures of my final weekend. Had a friend I always adored tell me I wasn’t to be taken for granted. Gossiped with m. Was bored and overwhelmed all at once. Rode the metro while drunk from the previous night. Watched the snow fall on Sunday and felt like a kid again. Ate a delicious goodbye dinner with the VA kids. Backed up all my work and thought I deleted my mp3 collection. Helped Kim move furniture out of my condo and met Cameron (who is as adorable as her mother). Texted m. Dreaded coming into work for my final three days. Thought about never drinking again. Got excited to be in Portland, over and over and over. Laughed. Remembered all of and discovered more reasons I’m moving… and feeling like this is the clearest decision I’ve ever made. Felt left out for a small time. Met an amazing person at an Oscar party. Missed m. Thought about what color my new room should be. Worried about shipping my bicycle. Stared at boxes on the floor while I should have been packing things into them. Got distracted by a hangover, twice. Realized who I truly care about (which included my parents). Understood that I love myself.
I have so much going on in my head that I need to write but I can’t seem to get it out in a logical manner.
It doesn’t help any that I’m falling asleep.
This is exactly the crap that pissed me off most…
And I *hate* that I felt that way…
Dude, it’s really awesome when people promise things and then don’t following through, are too proud to tell you the whole truth, too weak to admit when they’re wrong, too afraid to dream, don’t notice the time you’ve *really* given them, have agendas, bullshit their way through life, tell you things they *know* will make you feel bad, justify passing judgment because they’re blinded by a false reality…
… and those who wait around to be disappointed by people who do all these things.
Yes, I’m talking about you.
I’m hauling all of my DJ equipment down to the garage so that I can pack everything in my car and assess what sort of space I have to work with. For months I’ve been envisioning my record crates in the back with my overnight bag and laptop, and then my decks and mixer on the passenger side floor with not much room to spare in either area.
I was just in for a super pleasant surprise:
My car is absolutely amazing the shit out of me. I don’t think I gave her enough credit. *Look* at how everything fits in the back! (Ahem… that’s three crates of records, two decks and a mixer.) I have nothing in the front seat or floor area yet and I even have room to spare in the rear right corner… (that’ll be for my bag and laptop).
*Dewd.*
I’m getting really really excited to leave. Like, I feel butterflies in my belly over it. I’ve been talking to mah P-land peeps and I think we’re all in agreement that this is going to rawk.
This weekend will be bittersweet. My only plans thus far are to party pretty hard on at least one night with DJ S, and I’m sure there are going to be a few others I see and say goodbye to. *Sniff*
8. more. days. :)
