I think I want to be an astronomer.

Edit: And this only occurred to me last night when someone made a reference to PH levels, and I understood. Suddenly I was like “Damn, I’m Bruce Banner.”

Bruce Banner wasn’t an astronomer, but the fact remains I retained some knowledge about science from high school.

1. quit your job or transfer whatever i don’t care DONE
2. go shopping for stuff you’ll think you’ll need but are not sure because your dumb boyfriend doesn’t call back ever DONE
3. start all those crafty gifts for friends you said you’d finish before you left DONE
4. procrastinate  YEP
5. procrastinate  YEP
6. pack your stuff up two days and the day of your move 6 AM in the morning PROCESSING PROCESSING
7. drive ten hours in a tense car situation with your mom who has admitted several times she doesn’t want you to move but has begrudingly helped you anyway laying the guilt on thick.
8. show up at your boyfriend’s house, tell your mom to stay in the car, go in and yell at your boyfriend about being physically and emotionally unavailable
9. unpack and move in (or spend the night and turn your ass around back to wherever you came from)
10. forget this every happened.

I’m somewhere between steps 2 and 6 more like 6 and 7 now. I forgot how much crap i have. I keep saying everything is still kind of packed and it. is. not.

Edit: I thought this was funny, but actually reading it out loud it is more depressing, really. eh, it’s kind of funny, it really just helps with the move.