running through the underbrush....
May. 21st, 2002 04:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rushthatspeaksStuff That Has Been Done: Finished semester. Hauled stuff from Bryn Mawr to New York. Saw mother without universe imploding. Helped friends make it through graduation, whether or not they were participating.
Stuff To Do: Finish unpacking. Get interesting and high-paying summer job within easy commuting distance. Get library card. Learn how to use voicemail system and snail-mail box. Get business apparel. Hook up computer on newly installed hard drive. Send old hard drive to data recovery specialists to hear how much money I have to save up. Write novel. Learn where neighborhood grocery is, plan menus, learn how to cook quickly and without having to think about it. Learn way around New York City. Get cats. Make cats hypo-allergenic in time for houseguests. Relax, dammit, relax.
Angst-O-Meter: 4. Happy and delighted to be here with my wonderful girlfriend, but I miss the Mawr and my roommate.
Stress Level: incalculable. I hate moving. I hate packing. I hate unpacking. I hate office work. I refuse to take out my nose ring. I dislike New York City. My computer scares me. And my mother isn't gone yet.
Ask me again in a week. By then, the world should have stopped spinning around my ears.
Stuff To Do: Finish unpacking. Get interesting and high-paying summer job within easy commuting distance. Get library card. Learn how to use voicemail system and snail-mail box. Get business apparel. Hook up computer on newly installed hard drive. Send old hard drive to data recovery specialists to hear how much money I have to save up. Write novel. Learn where neighborhood grocery is, plan menus, learn how to cook quickly and without having to think about it. Learn way around New York City. Get cats. Make cats hypo-allergenic in time for houseguests. Relax, dammit, relax.
Angst-O-Meter: 4. Happy and delighted to be here with my wonderful girlfriend, but I miss the Mawr and my roommate.
Stress Level: incalculable. I hate moving. I hate packing. I hate unpacking. I hate office work. I refuse to take out my nose ring. I dislike New York City. My computer scares me. And my mother isn't gone yet.
Ask me again in a week. By then, the world should have stopped spinning around my ears.
