Well, where to start? So, I'm here! I moved and it was only minimally traumatic, as is to be expected when one has heavy boxes to move and moving trucks to drive and no boyfriend and only one friend who hasn't left town for the weekend who has sort of grudgingly agreed to help. Not to mention the fact that U-Haul double booked a reservation and handed me the keys to a box truck instead of the cargo van I had requested specifically because it was not a box truck, which I then had to drive all around town. And which ended up being fine, and, you know, go me, but standing at the counter of the U-Haul office and scanning the line of customers it went something like: male, male, male, probably male, male, me. And, not for the first time, and probably not for the last time, I thought, Goddamn, I wish I had a boyfriend. You know, not for love or companionship or anything like that ('cause my formerly soft and squishy insides have pretty much calcified into igneous rock by now), but to stand in the never-ending U-Haul line and to move my massively outdated and (I have been told) unnecessarily heavy television for me. I am not trying to be anti-feminist here, and yeah, as it turns out I am perfectly capable of driving a 10 ft truck around town, but the t.v.? It's just not happening. Have you seen these arms? They're like two al dente spaghetti noodles, pretty well toned and yet thoroughly useless. I tried moving that t.v. once, and after realizing my mistake a split second too late all I could do was try to slow its descent to the ground, and hope that my toes cushioned the impact. (Both it, and my toes, survived.) But it does sort of piss me off that I'm not as self-sufficient as I feel like I should be. Did you know that when I have to put air in my tires at the gas station, I have to rely on an embarrassed smile and a helpless shrug to flag down whatever capable-looking guy happens to be walking by?
Anyway, what was I saying? Oh, yes. So the new place is lovely and perfect, though not so perfect that I can post pictures of it yet, as I hope to get the box situation under control first.
Annnnnnnd tomorrow is the last day of class for the summer, although the fall semester starts August 25th, which is still summer in my book, but at least I get a couple weeks off in between. I'm going to go home, maybe meet up with some other bloggers and readers (ummm, Kalee? [F]oxy? Shannon? You guys still in? Bueller?), and go hang with some ponies on the beach. I just have to get through tomorrow first.
So, how are all of you? What's the best thing about this summer? And don't just not answer, 'cause I really want to know. Ready? GO!