My Index July 8, 2009

days left of work: 16

days left living here: 23

the hour of the day I will pick up the moving truck: 10

gallons of gas the moving truck holds: 33

miles I have put on my car this year: 12,000

hours it takes to drive to new school: 15

address of new apartment: 129

roommates I will have: 0

day of August that orientation begins: 24

taco nights that I will be able to attend before I leave: 3

years my program officially lasts: 7

years I hope to finish my program in: 5

people that I actually know where I’m going: 1

weekends I have left to go to the beach: 3

novels on the list for one of my classes, not including secondary texts: 18

dollars I am spending just to move: 600

I’m starting to get nostalgic when I walk or drive around town.  But ultimately, I don’t think I’m going to miss it all that much, because I’m going somewhere better.  Except for the winters.

Reasons Why I Hate Holidays July 3, 2009

I’m spending  a lot of energy trying to block from my mind that I will be alone tomorrow. 

Let’s recap the last five July 4ths:

2004:  Ok, I spent that one in France.  NM.

2005: Don’t even remember, that’s how sucky it was.  I was probably working at the country club, watching rich people pretend to be happy.  Also serving them food and alcohol which I could neither eat nor drink.  Then I probably got mad at my mom for deciding to stay home and watch the fireworks on TV instead of actually going out and watching them for real.

2006: I watched fireworks as I drove to the diner to work.

2007: In undergraduate town, enough said.

2008: In undergraduate town again with debaters because they were the only people in town.  I think we went out and I got a beer just because I could.

2009:  There is NO ONE in town.  So here I am.  I can’t even leave because my car is a piece of shit. 

I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty bummed about this.  I mean, the summers for me are always awful because everyone is gone.  Also, I have to watch everyone with their boats and beach houses and plans.  Boo on them.

But hey, tomorrow, there’s plenty to do where I live now, so screw it, I’m gonna go downtown to the big thing they do there and see what I can do for free.  And then I’ll watch fireworks.

But seriously, world, can I have ONE SINGLE holiday that doesn’t completely suck?