
My new best friend.
I've had four days to pack up the stuff in my room and I've managed to save it until the very end. All that is left, at the moment, in the main part of my bedroom is my desk (with computer) and my futon (minus frame) as well as my wall decorations.I'm gonna try to live really, really simply. Not that I don't already, but really, all I'm taking up to Beaverton for the summer is my bed, desk, computer, clothes and a few books. oh, and my four guitars, I don't feel same leaving them here.
the rest of my junk, is going to stay here. my extensive t-shirt collection remains, along with lots of other little "stuff" that I really can't justify taking with me. I threw away a lot of stuff.
I'm scared. I'm not going to lie. It's not that beaverton is a huge city, but everything coming together so smoothly kind of has me freaked. I applied for the job with the shoe giant on a whim and ended up getting it. I put off finding an apartment until 5 days ago, and much to my chagrin, found a very nice place with little effort.
I've been spending days inside, feigning packing and productivity. I've been spending nights drinking good beer, hanging out with a gorgious girl. I'm just enjoying the sudden slow-down that this town has gone through, as well as myself. From 60 to 0 in a matter of moments. It's not that I'm lazy, I just need a rest from the breakneck speed I've become accustomed to.
I broke my trackrecord. I've had a 4.0 for the last year and a term, but this time around, I got an A- in my Operating Systems II class. Bullshit. Not that I can really complain, but it does kinda sting. I gave it my best though. Oh well.
So yeah, tomorrow, I will get up early, pack my pickup and make the trek up to Beaverton. Wish me luck. I'm not sure when I'll be getting an internet connection again -- I love you all, for serious.
talk to you in Pacific time
Also, what ever happened to Ms. wr222? Did she just disappear?
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