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I've been neglectful. So much to say but never the words to do so with. I would be eloquent but I find I am to busy to bother. I'm packing.
Moving day is next saturday but I can't fit everything in boxes and I am loath to leave even crumbs behind. Pack Rat. I know. I should separate it out to the basics: Computer (1st on the list, sad isn't it?,) Bed, Clothes. But then there's the little things (where did I put my tooth brush?) that I always over look. And there's the findings. The notes from some long forgotten guest speaker that I know will come in handy but where can I put them? And space. I run out of space in which to organize things. And the dust makes me sneeze and so drives me away where I get distracted and forget to come back. I wonder if I'll ever see the end of it. But there's only a week to go and I must get this done.
One week. Odd to think. It should be so much time. But it isn't. I got a new job. (La Vie En Rose, Stock, full time. Not much but it'll pay the rent) I walk in with naught but my resume and a smile (last wednesday) and walked out with a job. Funny how life works. This girl(Shannon, which conjures up images of Shannon the Set dresser. Shannon the know it all. Shannon the usurper.) got fired that morning.(and I can't feel very sorry) Perfect timing. I start monday.
So I work until 5 everyday. When is there time to pack? I'm so dead. I need things. There's stuff I don't have: Beach towles, extra sheets, a desk. And stuff I want but realize it'll be years before I can have them: a mini dv camera, a dvd burner, a summer dress. I need a side line. (pot pot wanna buy some pot no of course I meant the kind with flowers officer)
There are 24 useful hours in everyday. (I stole that. From a movie. Have you seen it?) But I can't afford the crack that'll allow me to work for that long. Hmmm.
I need to eat better. I've almost fallen down more than usual lately.(faint. I see spots. dizzy dizzy all fall down) This is bad. Take care of yourself! I know. But food doesn't seem to be as affective as it once was. Eat Eat Eat. But I still feel undernourished. There was this plant (summers ago) that would refuse water. It hadn't had water in a while and so forgot how to absorb the nutrients it needed to live. You couldn't just give it more water because it would get soggy and rotten and die anyway. Poor thing. Sometimes I feel like that plant.
6 days to go. I want to go to the beach. That's the bad thing about working 2 day jobs (one all week, the other all weekend) No beach time! urg. But it's summer. the sun will be out till 11. English Bay here I come! Where are all my downtown friends?
And Jude! My Movie! I might get bought by this producer who will fancy it up.(color corrections, ADR) wow. That'd rock. I need to start on the next one (ones) can't stop! If I stop I'll never start again.
hmmm...
So busy. And I really need to connect with my friends. We never talk. To busy. I miss them. Oh where art thou mes amies? Ou est tu?
And I'm missing Elevate tonight. That makes me sad. Goodbye 1st circuit party I never went to. I will miss the what-could-have-beens.
(and then there's boythings and girlthings but since when do I mention my love life?)
Ouch. So much I wrote. Did you read it? Kudos if so. I wouldn't have. But then again, I already knew what I had to say. So much for not updating.