Whew. Sort of.

The good news: We will be leaving (by car) for Terre Haute late tomorrow morning. Hopefully. Yay! I’m going to college! *resumes Violent, Thrashing, Happy Dance*

The bad news: My father is going to have to have his gallbladder removed (I believe). He goes under the laser Tuesday, and apparently this type of thing is day surgery. Worse news is that they will have to run more tests on his liver at the same time (they fear there may be problems there too), and until the surgery, the Old Man is off his diabetic meds, so Mother-dear will undoubtedly show her codependent nature and force-feed him healthy food for the trip. That’s bound to be interesting. Note the sarcasm. Grown folks who won’t care for themselves only annoy me.

But we’re going on a trip! (*still doing Happy Dance, despite fearful looks from my mother and Ali moving to get out of swinging range*) Our rental car (an Intrepid) is gargantuan, and I’m going to fill every nook and crany available with my shit, despite the fact that I vowed to travel light. Unfortunately, I am traveling light. I think I’m up to three trips, given that it’ll just be the Old Man and me carrying stuff.

Unfortunately, I won’t have a computer until Monday, and Rose doesn’t have computer labs, since all students have laptops. Grr. How in the world can the faculty of a school full of nerds and geeks make us all wait until Monday to distribute laptops?! And it’s not even first thing in the morning, which would be like a wonderful, early Christmas. As my friend Micah would say, *le sigh*. So, unless I get friendly with a returning student or two, this is it until Monday.

I’m going to college!!!

[Listening to: Kelis – Kaleidoscope – Mafia]

The Last Day

This is my last day in Charlotte, North Carolina. W00t, w00t! *Does Violent, Thrashing Happy Dance, which is sadly similar to both Elaine’s horrid dancing in Seinfield and the dancing of that diner/restaurant owner from Pootie Tang*.

Okay, I’ll stop.

Anyway… my father has spent this past night and all of today in the hospital, and my mother doesn’t know for sure that we’ll even be able to take the trip by car tomorrow. So I may be scrabbling to get a bus ticket or plane ticket (and a ride from the station or airport to school). What that means for my luggage I have no idea, but it can’t be good.

My father went in last night complaining of chest and stomach pains. I so almost made a crack about laying off the booze and cheesecake on an empty stomach, but I didn’t think it would go over particularly well. So I just babysat the Rat, who, in true four-year-old copycatting form, complained of a hurt stomach and a need to go to the doctor, just like dad. They’ve been running tests on him since he checked in. Nothing seems to be wrong with his heart, so they’re checking stuff in his gut.

Sitting in limbo’s a bitch, I tell ya.

[Listening to: Mono – Formica Blues – Penguin Freud]

On Bizkits, A Guy Named Mit, and Apartment Living

Note to self: Do your best to remember that Limp Bizkit’s “Three Dollar Bills Y’all” CD doesn’t have that perfect volume that Disturbed’s “The Sickness” does, at which the music can be heard quite well over the rattling of all six speakers in your mother’s poor Camero. With the LB, more volume means more rattle. Stick with Disturbed.

Way early Friday, my buddy Hannah left for MIT. I miss her already, despite the fact that I probably wouldn’t have gotten to see her before I went off to college myself. It’s because I know she’s too many miles away. And because she always makes me laugh. Although I do now have the pleasure of soiling her website with my silly-ass comments. Bru-ha-ha!

Yesterday I helped Michael move into his dorm at Chapel Hill. Three things marred this beautiful and bittersweet day: the sun was out (which causes me to have headaches), Michael’s dorm was on the 8th floor (and the elevators were quite busy, so stairs were the best option), and Michael had brought enough stuff to over halfway fill a 4 foot by 4 foot by 8 foot U-Haul trailer (not counting refrigerator, carpet, and microwave). The trailer’s a little thing, really, but that’s a lot of stuff. Because I took my anger out on Michael quite amply over the fact that I was left alone to commandeer some of the Christian Fellowship guys (Chi Omega, I think; my eternal thanks to those guys) to help me get the stuff up to his room while he fought to get his huge-ass refrigerator allowed and his family amazingly just disappeared, I shan’t recount details here. Nope. Nary a word about that.

(Although I shall say that nothing made me more pissed than to get back to his room after lunch and hear him say, “Okay, now we’ll unpack all this and I’ll see what I don’t need and can send back.” Whoo.)

When I got home much later, I promised my parents that, when we loaded up the rental car, that if I couldn’t get all my “stuff” in one trip (with the three adults all carrying stuff), with a second trip for my rather large suitcase and maybe another bag (or three) of books, then shit would definitely be left behind. It’s a 12 foot by 13 foot dorm room, folks, not a fucking apartment. Even if my room is “only” on the third floor, that’s quite enough stair-stepping, thank you. And I’d like to have room in the dorm to, you know, walk around a little. Pace in a circle if I want to. Not that Michael didn’t find places for all his stuff. I’m just saying.

Things remaining to do: take pictures of the wasteland my room is now (so I shall always remember how it’s supposed to be), clean room and repeat picture-taking (to remember where I put things so I can do an inventory when I come back), clean out and off the desk for the Old Man (who shall be taking my room when I leave), pick the books I want to take and find places to stash them, and have a good cry over the fact that it will be quite a while (if ever) before I see my friends again.

[Listening to: Korn – Follow the Leader – Pretty]

She’s Choppin’, She’s Choppin’…

Actually, I went shopping, but choppin’s okay, too. Anyone unlucky enough to still be running a file sharing service should go download Dana Carvey’s “Choppin’ Broccoli” skit. Very funny. Not that I’m running a file sharing service anymore. Nope. Not on your life.

Anyway, today I shopped. And shopped. I’m not a recreational shopper; I go into a mall or store knowing precisely what I need or want, and I get it and leave. None of that “window shopping” shit, or simply browsing through stores. Today I took my 95 item list (minus stuff I could pilfer from around the house) and spent money. On Michael’s suggestion, I went to Family Dollar first. That $500 list? I got a huge amount of that for about $50. I’m so proud of my thrift shopping. The entire list (minus a few minor things I haven’t bought yet, like an ace bandage) came to about $250. I’ll still have to wait until Christmas to get my wisdom teeth yanked, but I shan’t be quite counting pennies in school.

Also in the news: I’m packed. Minus clothing and minor office supplies (and books, and computer stuff), I’m set. I could be ready to leave tomorrow. Go me!

I’m sure this is getting redundant, but I’m getting very excited about school. Eleven days until the Road Trip of Hell begins (the entire family is going to Terre Haute… in a single vehicle).

[Listening to: Disturbed – The Sickness – Violence Fetish]

I Actually Had to Ask What a Grail Is

Am I completely sick for having laid on the floor giggling and in tears the first time I saw Don’t Be A Menace… but not the first time I saw Monty Python (the Holy Grail one)? I mean, I know the acting was bad in Menace… Hell, it was the Wayans siblings, but… that movie just killed me, because I had seen many of those movies they spoofed (Boys in the Hood, etc.) and it was just funny as hell. I watched that movie entirely too many times before I stopped laughing at it. But, while Monty Python was quite funny, I felt no urge to laugh uncontrollably. Oh, well.

This afternoon, after a morning of hell in which it took me three hours to get the energy to get out of bed, I attended a surprise party to congratulate Michael on getting the International Baccalaureate diploma and generally being successful. Up until that point, I had (unfortunately) chewed the heads off of everyone in my family, particularly mother-dear and the Rat (the old man was already grumpy, so we tried not to even share air), as the entire time I was trying to price and create my Purchasing and Packing List for school (which was based on a four-page list from Jenny), the Rat was running around like a wild monkey (in a busy-ass Saturday morning Wal-mart) and mother-dear was letting her annoy people and knock shit off shelves and out of the basket. And I was still sore, godammit! But anyway, I was really, really, bitchy (which was aided by my shopping list coming to over $500) and quite worried that that wouldn’t just go away once I got away from the family.

But it did. I went swimming (fully clothed) for the first time in about eight years, and my achy muscles feel better. Michael’s mother was creative enough to make a cake that resembled a computer, complete with Qwerty keyboard and a vertical “monitor” with “typing” on it. It was great. We also watched the Monty Python movie; I think having to sort of mentally “translate” the accents kinda killed some of the jokes for me, although the French guy (“I blow my nose in your general direction. Pftouie.”–Or something like that…) wins for some of the funniest scenes in the movie. Then again, I am quite the sucker for French accents (they’re the only way in hell I’ll stop on the Food Channel, for instance). It was great to hang out with the friends in a less crowded setting with no “squeaky people” (that one is kinda hard to explain; many of our female acquaintances are just squeaky–they talk, laugh, and breath in a squeaky manner, and it’s damned annoying, despite the fact that I’ve become pretty squeaky myself) and it was great that one particular buddy (who had been very uncool and snippish the past couple of times I was around him) was being very nice this evening.

I’m going to miss them all. But I shan’t cry. Absolutely not.

Well, maybe after I move them into their dorms.

[Listening to: The Cranberries – No Need to Argue – Daffodil Lament]