I'm at my sister's appartment and exhausted. Last night was great, however; Mom and Dad took me out to dinner, then Tim and I hung out for awhile, and he came over to help me finish packing, which took until almost six in the morning. I then got up at ten to really-really finish and caught a 12:40 bus, which got here late, and Rachel and I dragged the universe's largest suitcases all the way to her appartment.

Sorry about the lack of calling back anyone who called me. Too tired to speak. Dinner, then bed. Oh yes.

Which Lohrists are going to lunch tomorrow, when, and where? Call me. I might even answer. Unless I'm asleep, which seems likely. (I need to know which late Chanukah presents I'm bringing.)

Aaaand, that's all I got. Goodnight, everybody.

My room is freakishly clean. Well, except that it needs to be vaccuumed very badly. Otherwise, thugh. There's a small pile of stuff I need to throw in a box in one corner, because I really don't know what else to do with it, but it's all stuff I'm keeping. I have two milk crates of books, a large box of DVDs, my stereo, and my printer. That's about it for stuff in my room.

All my laundry is clean. All of it. I've spent the last three days on that. It's all nice and folded out in the living room; I need to go through and get rid of a bunch of stuff that I know I'm never going to wear again, and figure out what I need to buy. I know I need a couple of pairs of jeans, and bras, socks, and underwear, but I'm not sure if I also need shirts. I really don't want to spend any money on this, but... I need to, and it's cheaper here than in NY.

My plan is to leave this weekend, by the way. I am very excited and incredibly terrified.

Tulio is continuing to flip out, but there's really nowhere in Ithaca to get him fixed. Which means that ASAP upon arriving in NY, field trip to the Apple Store! This is never a bad thing, anyway. Let us just hope that Tulio makes it that long. (I thought he was done for last night, when he wouldn't charge, since that's one of the symptoms of what seems to be his problem; but it turns out I'd just kicked the cord and it had come unplugged. I felt very stupid but relieved when I realized that.)

So in the next couple of days, I need to shop, go to the bank, and throw this stuff into boxes. I'm not sure whether it's all going with me to live in Rachel's apartment (and leave me to figure out how to get it to wherever I end up living) of it only the very necessities are coming this weekend and Mom and Dad will bring the rest to wherever I live later. Details, details.

Either way, I'm feeling very accomplished. I've still got a couple of piles of stuff through the rest of the house to go through, but things are looking... okay.

I'm still working on the Refuge problems at the moment, by the way. It hasn't been forgotten, I'm just busy and we're waiting to hear back from someone who actually knows what she's doing before proceeding. So that I don't break things further. But isn't the new layout purdy?

New Project Runway tonight, woo!

So here's what it looks like. Worst case scenario: working full time, making minimum wage, I can afford to live in the city if my rent/utilities are no more than $500/month. That would not be likely to happen, though. However, if I'm working full time and making 8-9 dollars an hour, I can afford anywhere between $500-$650 a month. That's just an estimate, though; I'm doing my best to estimate cost of living and such. So it'll be interesting to see how close I am.

I'm getting psyched.

I just finished re-reading Last Days of Summer and it made me sniffle.

Margot left this morning. I'm off today, tomorrow, and Thursday. Friday is my last ever shift at the kiosk; I work Saturday, Sunday, and Monday at Regal and then I'm done. Forever.

Speaking of work, a few days ago I woke up to a text message from my awesome friend Sarah (jessiethejester, who never updates), who did the run-away-from-home-live-in-NYC-have-no-money-ever thing four months ago: her manager will probably be willing to hire me in the Borders cafe where she works; she can train me. Borders pays better than Regal, and gives better benefits. So it's nothing definite, and I have Regal to fall back on if it doesn't work out, but awesome.

Speaking of which, my tooth is acting up again. Yes, Dad, this time I actually will call the dentist.

I visited Mr. Githler, my evil eighth grade history teacher. He was mean to me, but if he hadn't been, I'd have suspected he had a terminal disease. Being in my HS was very, very, very weird.

Margot and I watched Newsies last night:
queenitsy: Why does Dutchy choke when the bell rings?
second_batgirl: Pavlovian response? Oh, look, he swallowed.
queenitsy: He must be very well trained, then.
...I forgot how much I loved this movie.

Rachel visited and then Margot visited and it was awesome. Now I have no friends again, at least in the area, and this is sad.
(Mr. Githler: So you've been living in your parents house and working two crappy jobs. What friends do you have in the area to make you feel better?
Me: ..."Friends"?
Mr. Githler: Why aren't you on heroin by now? I would be.)

I'm glad to be nearly done with work. I've never been as angry at a customer as I was a few days ago; it's not a real horror story, but I swear to god there is a correlation between people who buy icees and people who are fucking morons, and clumsy ones at that. Then I discovered that I had a double shift with both jobs, after I was ten minutes late for Borders. So that was a 14 hour day. I made Mom and Margot come rescue me with food and a sweater so no one would see my Regal uniform.

Margot and I watched all of Hana Youri Dango, and it was awesome crack. I deeply, deeply wish that Hanazawa Rui was my boyfriend. Or older brother.

I'm moving very soon. This is terrifying the hell out of me. But also very exciting. Um, eek?