A lot of time spent on the immediate and distant and possible futures today. Spent a little time researching possible new grad school ventures. But at this point, any program I enter would probably just be a substitute for work ethic. I can't really force myself to write anything these days, but I sure didn't have any problem when I was paying $30,000 a year in grad school. Plus, if I'm in school again, I can stop paying back that loan for a while. Hanging out with a lot of Miss Charming Melodee's friends last weekend, many of whom are in grad school, made me want to go back to school myself. Too bad I already did. But another master's degree wouldn't hurt, would it?I've spent most of the afternoon making arrangements in preparation for my move to the new apartment next weekend. Big day. I'm actually going to try to pack well in advance this time, as opposed to my nightmarish previous moves, all marred by sloppiness and disorganization. With Miss Charming Melodee to help me out, it should go much smoother. And by "help me out," I mean "make me do things." So the packing will probably begin tomorrow. I've also been looking for a real couch. It's just about time to ditch the futon lifestyle for good and make a concerted move into adulthood. Well, I don't know about that. I just know that napping is much more comfortable on a cushy couch than on a slanted, thin mattressed futon. Anyway, this will probably run in the area of about 600 dollars. My many wants and needs are seemingly endless. Which would explain the three jobs I currently have.
Switching utilities and whatnot has been incredibly easy, with the exception of the convoluted AT&T system. Their webpage has a seemingly helpful "MOVING?" section that gives you a direct number to switch the location of your number. So I call it, enter my phone number, am told to hold while they transfer, then I get transfered to the spanish-speaking version. I call again with the same results- spanish recording. Then I get a person, albeit a spanish speaking person. Then transferred again. Then told it will cost 40 bucks to move it. Then get put on hold for several minutes. Then I decided I don't want phone service and hang out. With cell phones and broadband internet service, who even needs a phone anymore?Riding home on the train last night, I looked across the car whilst sitting, and in the reflection noticed someone sitting next to me who bore a striking resemblance to Rodzilla. I looked over at her, but the similarity was much closer in the reflection. She actually looked like Rodzilla plus 10 years. For a brief second I actually thought it was her, but two facts confirmed it was not. First, she was reading a magazine in German. Second, her hands were not of the Winter Warlock variety which Rodzilla possesses. Though I don't rule out the possibility that it was a future, German speaking, reconstructed hand version of Rodzilla, visiting the past. That'd be, like, so like her.
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