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Between what i brought with me from Athens and what my dad inherited from his dad, what was once my bedroom is now a solid mass of boxes in various stages of unpacking. It's so bad that my computer is sitting on a cat carrier three feet away from the desk where my monitor is, and I am typing from the bed. It's actually rather comfortable. I can't actually see what I'm typing, though, so I hope you'll forgive any typos. So long as my cat doesn't deside to come sit in my lap (where the keyboard is) everything should be fine. That whole paragraph was an unorthodox announcement that I am in Alpharetta. At least until I get recalled for the final stages of househunting. My roommate-to-be is currently in Chicago. Which is lovely considering we don't know where we're living in the fall. But you take that shit as it comes, am I right? Having a pretty marvelous time so far, playing guitar and video games all day long. I actually sing these days. You should shame me into playing a song for you. Or maybe not. Depends on your tolerance for, uhm, INSANE MUSICAL GENIUS. Right. I find it remarkable what a difference a few days of relaxation can have on my life outlook. I was all emo about that incomplete class little more than a week ago, but now I generally feel fine. Does anyone want to go see a movie? I'm up for anything short of that fucking space movie that's coming out. The one with all the corporate endorsements. The name of it seems to have slipped my mind as a result of the nigh-miraculous bouts of amnesia I get when exposed to very high levels of egotism and greed and very low levels of good movie. But the last two films I've seen have been Sin City and the Hitchhiker's Guide, so I'm feeling pretty good toward hollywood at the moment. I'm also feeling very good toward Blues Traveler. Jesus. Somebody fucking IM me already. Nick ::: 11:19 PM ::: 0 comments 0 Comments: |