Money, So They Say, Is the Root Of All Evil Today.

This is it; today’s the day. Sometime between midnight and 9am I will be moving out of my current residence in Porter Square to a lovely little house in Cambridge. That makes today the day I pack my life back into boxes for the third time in 12 months and live very uncomfortably.

Having left much of my life packed last time I moved makes this slightly easier, but I haven’t really even thought about a game plan yet, and I don’t rightly know where to start.

Alas, the computer will be killed shortly, and I will only be reachable by cell phone for a while… not that I really communicate with anyone using the computer anyway.

Catch y’all on the flipside.

I Just Don’t Need It; Chemical Dreamin’.

I’m pretty sure that at least part of The Greatest Feeling In The World™ has something to do with Noxzema when it’s 95 degrees outside. Oooh, tingly goodness.

I took out all of my piercings today. All of them… but just to soak them in peroxide. GOTCHA!

Cleaned my room up a bit, started the daunting task of sorting through that massive pile of newspapers, started a crossword puzzle binder/folder-thing, and then decided it was just too damn hot to deal with anymore.

I want to be a singer again. Stage fright? Yes, still a problem. We’ll see.

This “to-do” list seemed so much more hopeful when it was created at work, in the air-conditioning. I do feel a little better, though I don’t think I’ve quite yet officially kicked this funk that’s been eating at me for a while now.

I think I’m going to take a nap and make some pasta. Yes. I like that.

T-minus one week to moving… again.

Drive-By Body Piercing

Ah, life. That’s all I’ve got about that.

There’s a pretty great burble in my MySpace blog about mistyping the word “alive” that I’m not going to repeat here for the sake of that one person that might actually read both. I got your back.

This second job thing is pretty okay. The money’s not great, but it’s cash in-hand every time I work which somehow feels more satisfying. Also, there are at least a few fairly attractive patrons to this particular dive, one of which I just tried Facebook stalking. Damn, he was cute.

We have a place to live, and it’s adorable and huge and AWESOME. So many kinds of in love with the house, it almost hurts my brain. I’m already planning the “I have no family and four days is not enough to travel across the country” Thanksgiving dinner. It seems like it’s going to at least partially be a potluck, so if you think you might be familyless on T-Day, keep me in mind.

That’s about that. I’m (as of today) no longer homeless in two weeks, my second job hasn’t eaten my soul just yet, and I’m still lonely. Things are on the uphill climb, though. I can feel it.

(Also, as I was just thinking of a title, thunder started booming outside. I love thunderstorms! Thank you, MA!)

A Bit Long-Winded, To Be Sure: The Trip to Michigan, Back to Beantown, and Other Such Dramadies.

I returned from Michigan around 2300 on August 1. I had to work the next morning at 09, in the middle of the morning rush, which is SUPER FUN when you haven’t even really been near a Starbucks in two weeks. Opened the next day, and every day after that. Today is my first day off since returning to Boston, and I don’t think I like how much I’ve probably been complaining about that.

I’ve got myself a second job. Oh, and I need to respond back to the DPL. That’ll make three.

In any event, here’s the long-overdue re-cap of the Great Lakes State:

I flew in on Wednesday, July 18. I got to Michigan at around 10. My luggage did not. My bag disappeared in a black hole somewhere between Milwaukee and Muskegon for about twelve hours. That was pretty great. I hit the Rendezvous that evening with Sir Jacob, and made the disturbing discovery that I no longer hold any power in that town. There was a time when I could walk into the back room of the Vous and know just about everyone there. Now, I’m lucky if I know even one person, and it’s usually the younger sibling of someone I graduated with.

Had a pretty nice dinner with my sister, her boyfriend and kids, and my grandma on Friday. Also met this extremely talkative Verizon Guy that stopped by to check my mom’s on-going Internet problems. He thought I looked under eighteen. I laughed my ass off.

My bed in my parent’s house is a lot flatter and harder than the one that I’ve been sleeping on out here, and on Saturday my back revolted… and it took the rest of my body with it. I was miserable. My back hurt, my stomach hurt, my head hurt… I was hungry and nothing sounded good, and anything I did try to eat made me nauseous after three bites. I didn’t move or eat or do anything pretty much all day… and then I went to bed.

Sunday was the POISON CONCERT at Heritage Landing. Still awesome to think about. Saw the Verizon Guy (from Friday) standing about two people over, took a cameraphone picture and emailed it to my mom. Silly.

Monday marked my return to G & L Chili Dogs. I love this place. Best chili dog joint IN THE WORLD. I missed my trip to G & L last time I was home (over XMas), so it had been about a year since I indulged. I ate my usual two cheddar dog special with a diet Coke in record time (about seven minutes or so), and spent the rest of the night going through what I have since dubbed “Death by Chili Dogs,” or “When Good Chili Dogs Attack.” So worth it, though. Lesson decidedly NOT learned.

I stopped by the kitchen at one point, and went to B-Dub’s at least once. Hit the Vous more than a few more times, made a list of all of the Joshes I ever went to high school with (and one from seventh grade) to prove my theory that Joshes are inherently evil. Covered a Friday night shift in the kitchen, remembered exactly what I didn’t miss about cooking, and went to the beach when I could (and it wasn’t cloudy). Drove my friend Heather around Michigan for her first time and enjoyed a burger at The Station. Showed her the Lake, and she fell in love, too.

The Saturday before I came back, I went tubin’ with my sister and her boyfriend’s family. I have a scar on my ankle from a rope swing that I was too drunk to use properly, and my skin is still peeling from the amazing sunburn I got.

I saw The Simpson’s Movie on Sunday, and later that night I saw Transformers and 1408 at the drive-in (my hometown’s greatest redeeming asset). Didn’t do much else for the rest of the week, had an impromptu going-away party after hours at the golf course where I again got really drunk and naked with other drunk and naked people. Got my hair cut on Wednesday, did some laundry and took off. In all, a more fulfilling trip than usual. Oh, and I DIDN’T see J, just like usual.

Now that I’m back in Boston, I still don’t have an apartment, I finally have a second job, and I need a social life like WHOA. My roommates are all missing or gone or out of state or maybe dead… and it’s kind of nice to have the place to myself.

Doing laundry with my Jack today, and generally just trying to get my chi straightened out. T-minus one month until I’m a college senior. Boo.