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Aug. 25th, 2003 12:09 pmLivejournal hates me. I've tried to update three times in the last two days and the only post it would let through was a really pointless one about how it won't post. Of course for that one it does. [/whine]
Anyway, I'm supposed to be cleaning my room right now. I've made a good dent in the mess at Mom's, and if I didn't let myself get distracted I'd probably be done in less than an hour. Then to clean my room at Dad's, which is a lot messier since that's where all of the packing has taken place. It's a mess, and the six boxes sitting around the floor aren't helping at all. And that's not even counting my toiletries and laptop. Argh. Feels like I'm bringing so much, even when I look next door and see Carolyn with four suitcases bigger than my boxes, which doesn't count the bedding and such that she's buying in Indiana. So I don't feel quite so bad.
Whatever. It's angst time. Or sort of, when I'm off-guard or not busy doing something interesting. Carolyn left this morning early. I'll be home for Thanksgiving, I guess... I really should. Argh. And I can't cry. I feel like it but I can't.
Hey! Used bookstores are cool! For trading in a bunch of old books from cleaning out my room, I got books 3 and 4 of Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series (if anyone's read it, can you tell me if it'll make sense if I skip book 2?), C.S. Lewis's space trilogy (meh, Mom recommended it and I'll see if it's that good), a book by Heinlein, and poetry by Elizabeth Bishop and Edwin Arlington Robinson. They didn't have anything by Rober Frost, and the books by Donne and Li-Young Lee were both marked up, and I can't stand that in a poetry book. But a good batch of books. I think I'll try to find a good used bookstore in Claremont. And a yarn store.
Anyway, I'm supposed to be cleaning my room right now. I've made a good dent in the mess at Mom's, and if I didn't let myself get distracted I'd probably be done in less than an hour. Then to clean my room at Dad's, which is a lot messier since that's where all of the packing has taken place. It's a mess, and the six boxes sitting around the floor aren't helping at all. And that's not even counting my toiletries and laptop. Argh. Feels like I'm bringing so much, even when I look next door and see Carolyn with four suitcases bigger than my boxes, which doesn't count the bedding and such that she's buying in Indiana. So I don't feel quite so bad.
Whatever. It's angst time. Or sort of, when I'm off-guard or not busy doing something interesting. Carolyn left this morning early. I'll be home for Thanksgiving, I guess... I really should. Argh. And I can't cry. I feel like it but I can't.
Hey! Used bookstores are cool! For trading in a bunch of old books from cleaning out my room, I got books 3 and 4 of Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series (if anyone's read it, can you tell me if it'll make sense if I skip book 2?), C.S. Lewis's space trilogy (meh, Mom recommended it and I'll see if it's that good), a book by Heinlein, and poetry by Elizabeth Bishop and Edwin Arlington Robinson. They didn't have anything by Rober Frost, and the books by Donne and Li-Young Lee were both marked up, and I can't stand that in a poetry book. But a good batch of books. I think I'll try to find a good used bookstore in Claremont. And a yarn store.
