3:58 pm: Laundry done and DRY. Unfortunately, everything already packed is going on the floor so I can REPACK EVERYTHING. CURSE YOU, TRAVELING.
4:02 pm: How many God damned pairs of pants do I need? GOD. DEATH DEATH DEATH.
4:17 pm: Have acquired different and larger suitcase, green. Let's try this again, once more with feeling.
5:05 pm: Holy God, why do I own all this stuff? Seriously, why do I own all this stuff? Why am I taking it to the other side of the continent with me?
5:44 pm: God damn it, now I just want to die a lot. One argument with my mother later -- DEATH DEATH DEATH. Do I need a bathrobe? Do I really care? How long is it until I GET ON A PLANE AND LEAVE TO GO FAR FAR AWAY?
5:56 pm: I QUIT.
By The Numbers:
Jeans: Six pairs.
Sheets: One set, twin extra long, green.
Pads: Half a bag.
Cargo pants: Two pairs.
Shorts: One pair.
Sleeping/Exercise shorts: Two pairs.
Pajama pants: One pair.
Balls of yarn: Two, white and black.
Knitting needles: One pair, size six, purple, aluminum, slightly bent.
Bras: Seven, four white, two green, one black.
Underwear: Guys, I love you, but you don't need to know.
T-shirts:Fourteen Sixteen.
Camis: Five.
Halter-tops: Two.
Number of times the words "DIE DIE DIE" or variants thereof have been uttered: Lots.
Dresses: One.
Skirts: One.
Pairs of socks: Ten, multicolored.
Level of Hatred: 9/10.
ETA: GOD DAMN IT.
4:02 pm: How many God damned pairs of pants do I need? GOD. DEATH DEATH DEATH.
4:17 pm: Have acquired different and larger suitcase, green. Let's try this again, once more with feeling.
5:05 pm: Holy God, why do I own all this stuff? Seriously, why do I own all this stuff? Why am I taking it to the other side of the continent with me?
5:44 pm: God damn it, now I just want to die a lot. One argument with my mother later -- DEATH DEATH DEATH. Do I need a bathrobe? Do I really care? How long is it until I GET ON A PLANE AND LEAVE TO GO FAR FAR AWAY?
5:56 pm: I QUIT.
By The Numbers:
Jeans: Six pairs.
Sheets: One set, twin extra long, green.
Pads: Half a bag.
Cargo pants: Two pairs.
Shorts: One pair.
Sleeping/Exercise shorts: Two pairs.
Pajama pants: One pair.
Balls of yarn: Two, white and black.
Knitting needles: One pair, size six, purple, aluminum, slightly bent.
Bras: Seven, four white, two green, one black.
Underwear: Guys, I love you, but you don't need to know.
T-shirts:
Camis: Five.
Halter-tops: Two.
Number of times the words "DIE DIE DIE" or variants thereof have been uttered: Lots.
Dresses: One.
Skirts: One.
Pairs of socks: Ten, multicolored.
Level of Hatred: 9/10.
ETA: GOD DAMN IT.
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Date: 2007-06-23 03:44 am (UTC)I was there a couple years ago. I really liked it. I might apply to BC, too. I'm a little tentative at going to a school in a major city, because small-town country girl here, omg Crime! and people! and muggings! and public transport! but they're both good schools.
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Date: 2007-06-23 03:52 am (UTC)Crime isn't that bad, I swear. I'm told New Englanders are pointier and more unfriendly than people in other parts of the country. There are some rougher neighborhoods than others, it being a city. Public Transport? Okay, I grant you the T is a scary thing. ;)
And BC has some of their campus in Newton, which is Rather Suburban.
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Date: 2007-06-23 09:04 pm (UTC)