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The Boy took these when we came for thanksgiving.

momentum

so, i'm here! the plane ride wasn't so bad, although i was pretty doped up, so... luggage is a bitch and airport staff hate their lives, and that's all i have to say about that. wednesday i got off the plane, had lunch with my mom, found an apartment, and hung out with my sister. thursday i opened a bank account, signed a lease, got the keys and went grocery shopping. today i am going to take it easy. this pace is just too fast for me. I LOVE MY NEW APARTMENT!!! i move in tomorrow and i cannot wait. i will post pictures as soon as i possibly can. the fact that i found an apartment the day i arrived is 10,000 lbs off my shoulders, although it is literally 3 times what i was paying in athens, and i have to admit i am pretty freaked out about that. after i set up an electric account today i am going to go for a long bike ride around the town where my mom lives and take pictures pictures pictures. oh, and did i mention i am getting a massage at noon?

seriously?

the woman at the gas station just asked me OVER THE INTERCOM from INSIDE if she could see my tattoos.

apathy

is the book that i am reading by paul neilan. it is also the feeling i have been having for the last day or so. tomorrow i am getting on a plane and not looking back and i can't seem to feel anything other than ready to get it over with. i should be sad about leaving, or nervous about arriving, or happy about going to california. but i don't feel much of anything. that's not entirely true, i do randomly feel like i am going to miss The Boy LIKE CRAZY until we are back together. but otherwise, nada.

silas

yesterday on my way to being ice cream delivery for the man of my dreams, i found a kitten asleep on our hallway stairs. he was white with two tone eyes and the sweetest little face in the world (sorry dex). we brought him in and loved him all day and left a note for my neighbor in the hope that it was hers. he slept in the crook of my neck all night and bit my nose to wake me in the morning and i gave him tuna salad with sweet pickles and he actually ate it. she just came to get him and told me he is deaf, and it made me so sad to see him go.

octopussy

so today i finally stopped being such a puss and finished (without color) my octopus tattoo. after so many tattoos you'd think it would get easier, but as i get older i dread it more and more. it is 95 degrees outside and that definitely does not make me want to walk all the way downtown for athfest. there are so many douchebags this year. why? what happened? athfest, when did you fall in with such a bad crowd? two of the shows we went to last night were past capacity and weren't letting people in, but the push! show was so so good. i will be first in line to buy the record when it comes out. tonight is the going away party, and i am unsure what to expect. as the gracious host, do i have to be there all night or can i skip out and see bands? these questions and more... i'm going to take a nap.

push!

why is faxing so fucking expensive? tonight we are going to see push! at the caledonia lounge, and i am glad because they are wonderful. i've spent the whole day packing and cleaning (except the part where allison made me waffles) and i am ready to dress cute and dance. i've gotten rid of practically everything i own and am very ready for the reaccumulation part.

rock

so, this weekend is athfest here in good ol' athens, ga. my last weekend in town and 1,000 bands are playing. couldn't have planned it better if i tried. which, surprisingly, i didn't. the big going away party is saturday night and i will be walking the thin line of happily buzzed and drunken "can i just tell you something?..." the tour of bands begins tonight and i have resumes to fax and landlords to call.

baked

baking bread is hard. like, stupid hard. i think my yeast died and my bread turned out like sandals. lame. i've started cooking lately and i'm on a roll otherwise. collard greens, egg salad, hummus, bread, granola. somebody marry me quick.

the old and the new

it is funny to read these old posts, seeing where i was a year ago. c'est la vie. in ONE WEEK i am getting on a plane to california forever. or something like it. if the plane doesn't go down in a flaming pile of irony i will arrive in san francisco wednesday afternoon with two days to recover until the frantic job apartment search begins. now is the time for last minute doubts, clinging desperately to my boyfriend (though he will be joining me soon), and long walks around athens to say goodbye to the local landscape. i have been ready to leave for so long that i've already sort of disentangled myself. people say the obligatory "i'll miss you" and i say the standard miss you, email, etc. it may sound cold, but it's not. it's just the way it is. p.s. the starbucks thing lasted two weeks.