Well, I am all moved out of my apartment. *SOB* Man, moving is such a pain in my ass. I really, really do not understand how I did it so much when I was in college. Every nine months I had to move! Oh my God, I would die if I had to do that now. It makes me feel good to think that, in a week and a half, I will be all moved into my new place. Even though I won’t have a lot of things, at least the packing part will be over. I prefer unpacking. I’ve been slowly packing up my office, and even though I have very little here, it’s still taking a while. Maybe because I stop packing so I can update. Hmmm.
I had a great weekend. After moving out of my apartment, my friends threw me a going away dinner. It was so wonderful to see all my friends together for the last time (until the welcome home dinner), and it meant so much to me that everyone took the time to come. I have the best friends ever. EVER! I got some great presents, too, including a Zagat’s NYC restaurant guide AND an amazing scrapbook that my friends put together. Do you see what I’m saying about cool friends? The next day, we got up at the crack to go to the UCLA game. UCLA SUCKS, baby! What a fun game. We had a great tailgate before the game, watching TV, drinking, and BBQing. But, by the time the game ended, I was so exhausted, I thought I would fall asleep walking. I went to bed as soon as I got home, at 5:30 pm! And I slept until 6:30 the next morning! Crazy.
On Sunday, Mike and I took the rest of my stuff out to my parents’ house. I went through a lot of stuff, deciding what should be shipped and what didn’t need to go to NYC. I have to do more of that tonight, in fact. I took a few hours away from that to play mini golf with the Ostrich Ink staffers. Then it was back to sorting. Then it was bed time. I am still exhausted from it all. Last night, I went to Hermosa Beach for one last night with my friends. It was nice to have a chill night hanging out, gossiping and the like. And I didn’t cry that much when I left. It’s so weird to think that I won’t be back in Hermosa for at least a month. I miss the ocean already. To make up for it, I’m wearing my “Hermosa Beach Local” shirt today. Don’t forget your roots, yo!