i need a phone call, i need a plane ride
It’s another one of the things, like rescuing kittens, that I do.
And when I was 14, and told that we were moving back to Canada after 4 years in Seattle, I was not happy. I was pissed off.
So after hearing the horrifying news, and after phoning Meryl to tell her the horrifying news, I started getting ready to go immediately. I took down all of my posters. I started packing my clothes. I got ready to go, 3 months before we were actually set to move back to Canada. I got ready to go, because I was pissed/sad, sad, sad.
I wish I could summon some of that “energy” now. Just a bit of it, just for a little while.
I am moving in 6 days. Back to Canada. After 3 years away. After 2 years in Manila. And I have not packed anything. Actually, that’s not true. I put some DVDs in a bag and then I wanted to watch a bunch of them this weekend so I took them all out of the bag and now they are just on the floor not in the bag.
I have 2 years of life in Manila, 3 years of life outside of Canada, and a lot of shit, sitting out completely unpacked and completely not ready for the move to the other side of the ocean.
Someone make me mad. Sad. Pissed. Sober. Anything. Just a bit, just for a little while. So that I can get stuff into bags and boxes and ready to go in 6 days.
Shit needs to get done here.
get your fricken shit done so you can get the hell across the ocean and we can hang out!!!! In like 10 DAYS! TEN FUCKING DAYS!
Things are bad if you think you need a phone call.
Though I’m all excited about Google voice these days so if you want I will call and say mean things to you. I don’t actually have anything mean to say to you though so it will be nonsense like “Your face!” and “Only losers procrastinate”.
Which is hopefully not true because I packed the day I left which meant my landlord arriving to drive me to the train station to find me with no less than 8 bags of trash (90% papers from the year but he didn’t know that) and my bags unfinished an hour before my train left. It was miserable, don’t do that. But the stress kept me from crying so there’s that.
Oh! I know! THINK ABOUT BP AND HOW THOSE FUCKERS ARE RICHER THAN YOU WILL EVER BE AND ARE KILLING THE OCEAN AND ALL THINGS NEAR IT.
Think about that real hard. Then pack your ass off.
@bri FUCKING RIGHT. and whether shit actually does get done or not i will catch my flight and i will SEE YOU SOON.
@rachel in 5 days (now) my god, I am going to be you. I will be who you were when you were leaving France. unless maybe i see more of those photos of the birds covered in oil. because sad is what worked for me in Seattle all of those years ago. and those birds break my heart. let’s not do this moving thing ever again, either of us. unless you find a way to get yourself back to France. because that would be good, right?