...k, so I'm still packing, but only cause I know I still have 3.5 hours and I keep getting bored. I have however just done something very very responsible that I've been putting off since winter break: I restarted my hard drive after saving everything of any possible importance. (My dad passed me some bogus photo program to install last november that made it so my laptop wouldn't go into hibernation properly even after I uninstalled everything of it.) Bout time, I mean really who but me would put off something like that for most of a year... jeez-louise, pathetic... 'Course I am still packing so I must have some sort of monopoly on the word at this point. ...In other news I tripped over a stack of library books, slid on Neruda's 100 Sonnets across the carpet and banged my leg on the frame of my bed, the bruise that is now forming seems to be about half and inch wider than my hand and about two inches longer. Sad, just sad. ...yeah, serious lack of motivation over here. I think I'll go make some more coffee.

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Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you? I saw this, made me think of you. I'm hoping desperately that I linked it right.

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"I've changed my mind so much I can't even trust it My mind changed me so much I can't even trust myself" -'talking shit about a pretty sunset,' Modest Mouse "i miss brooklyn i miss my crew let's start over i missed my cue guess i just forgot who i was talking to" -'god's country,' Ani Difranco I miss where I'm going, I miss where I've been, I even kinda miss where I am, but I still want to be gone. I just want to sleep and I can't sleep here like I did when I was more used to alone. I put CDs on loop all night so I won't miss heartbeats. I fill the bed with pillows and kick them all out in my sleep. I'm just gonna go displace blood with coffee and stay up until I fall on my own.

Driving through downtown pseudo-hippy/bohemian-definately-aged-yuppy-town in the monolithic soccer-mom mobile vibrating with the base of Brit-Indian techno and pissed-&-yelling Ani Difranco, windows rolled down, thumbs up from the bakery workers (all the workers heavily pierced). Making-faces contests with the bored children of the aged-yuppies while their parents aren't watching. Drinking hard lemonade whilst reading Hans Christian Anderson and losing to yourself at pool.

would you think me cold hearted if I said leaving books behind breaks my heart? buena vista social club is good in the mornings when the caffeine just won't kick in and I'm falling off my feet. the sweet nothings (very not nothings) still hit me like a mac truck every time.

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my mother's coworkers are always surprised to meet me, especially at 9am when I am still in my pajamas: boy's boxers with fish & a violently worded tee shirt (I refrain from explaining that it is the title of a book). I am not preppy or perky. somehow going out to dinner my parents are still surprised when I pair converse and a skirt, though I do almost every time. I am still not the daughter they thought they were getting. time apparently teaches nothing.