AAAAAH NEW YORK PANIC PANIC PANIC

[dragojustine]

So I have something like three days left to pack everything I own, which is freaking me the hell out. Given that I've moved seven times in the last six years, how the fuck do I have so much stuff? And I have less stuff than the average five-years-out-of-school human being, what with having no furniture and no linens or towels and almost no dishes and no knick-knacks or mementos (and not bringing any books or DVDs). It's still a massive amount of STUFF- something like 11 big UPS boxes. What the fuck, self? However will I do it? And how will I afford to ship it?

Am so stressed about moving that it's fucking with my body, too. (Repeat to self: early is better than late) But! I've lost 10 pounds since I started this new job, simply by dint of being busy during the 5pm-11pm Prime Snacking Hours. Also! Have finally discovered my lost libido, after whining for the last three weeks about how it went on vacation and missed two of its scheduled bi-monthly appointments. It's back! Have some eye candy to celebrate.

I haven't actually spoken to the Boy in... a week? And haven't spoken with him much in the last month. Which... I am pretty much the opposite of a clingy relationship partner, you know? I will happily go three or four days without speaking and not be particularly bothered. (I have this friend who MUST call his girlfriend and least every four hours that they don't spend together. It gives me hives. Whatever makes him happy, I guess.) I'm, you know, introverted and self-sufficient.

But all the same, this has gone on long enough to make me sadface. It's not his fault, given that I'm now leaving for work right before he wakes up, and going to sleep shortly before he gets home from work, but still. Plus, even the times that we do cross paths, we don't seem to have as much to say to each other as we used to, which is my fault- my only conversation these days consists of "AAAAAH NEW YORK PANIC PANIC PANIC," which gets old for anyone else very quickly. (And when I'm not doing that, I'm sitting here crocheting and going "oooh, Adam Lambert, yummy yummy," which also gets old for anyone else very quickly, but look, I can't help it- I need my coping mechanisms, okay, and when I get stressed my fannishness sometimes gets VERY shallow.) And, I don't know, I'm afraid the "not having much to say to each other" problem will only get worse when I'm back in school, and the idea makes me pretty sad, but I'm choosing not to be apprehensive about that because I do NOT have the spare worry synapses right now. So just, sadface.

In other news: AAAAAH NEW YORK PANIC PANIC PANIC

Comments

[laura47]

yay, new york! :-D i expect i'll be down there within the next few months, if you wanna hang out.

[dragojustine]

Ooh, that would be cool. Let me know.

[bluemeridian]

Oh, hey, if you find my libido while you're at it, could you drop it off at the service desk??

[dragojustine]

I'll keep my eye out. Sucks when they go missing, doesn't it?

[hilarytamar]

• Stuff expands to fill the space available to it raised to the power of 3.

• You can afford to ship it by discussing the matter with a friend who would be happy to help with this sort of thing. *cough*

• I hope the weight loss helps with some of the body-issue stuff. And just think how buff you're going to be after hefting those 11 UPS boxes repeatedly.

• Yay for libido! (You without libido is a little disconcerting, actually, now that you mention it.)

• Putting aside Boy logistical issues for the moment seems reasonable. I don't think it's possible to know what your schedule's actually going to be like, in practical terms, until you've been there a little while.

• Whenever you say "Adam Lambert squee and New York panic get old for people" I could swear I say "it doesn't get old for me" in response. I mean, I could swear I feel my lips move and my fingers type, but perhaps it's a proprioceptive malfunction, because you keep saying it.

• That large container next to you is a giant economy size Barrel o' Hugs. Apply one hug every 15 to 30 minutes, or as liberally as desired. Refills upon request.

This has been Tuesday's edition of Bullet•Points, but leave that dial where it is, because next up is Sympathy à la Fudge.

[squirelawrence]

Y'know, I don't think I was aware you COULD use bullet points in a comment. The things you learn. . .

[hilarytamar]

Oh, there are tons of things you can use: § » Æ ♣ ≠ ∴

Here, have a handy list of XML and HTML character entities. And there's more than you ever wanted to know in the charts from the friendly people at the Unicode Consortium, though the list is a little less technical at fileformat.info, which is a useful site for all sorts of things.

Besides, how on earth could I respond to Ivory if I weren't allowed to use •bullet•points• and their cousins ·middots·?

[dragojustine]

I would just like to thank you for this moment of geekery in my comments.

Carry on.

[hilarytamar]

*bows* Anytime.

(I don't know why I have this userpic, because while I encounter splendid nerdery around me all the time, it's never in a context where it'd be seemly to use it.)

[dragojustine]

>You without libido is a little disconcerting, actually, now that you mention it.

I am not at all certain how to take this, to be honest.

>"it doesn't get old for me"

Well, I didn't mean YOU, in that particular case I was talking about Boy. And also sister and mother, frankly- it's certainly gotten old for THEM. But thank you. (Your tolerance for repetitive conversation is a gift, I suspect)

Barrel o' Hugs? For me? Just what I always wanted!

[hilarytamar]

I am not at all certain how to take this, to be honest.

It's just that it's unusual – something's been pinging me in our conversations lately when you've sounded less than 100% Perky and Chipper and I hadn't been able to pin down what it was until you said that, so I wasn't sure if I needed to worry about being pinged and there was something (else) wrong (beyond Panic™) or if it was just different-but-not-concerning.

Um. Does that help? [Note to self: do not reply to comments when underslept and undercaffeinated.]

[squirelawrence]

When I moved into my current space, it was sort of an adventure in paring away stuff, as the place came furnished. So, with the exception of two large bookcases and a whole lot of books, I got rid of pretty much everything I owned except clothes and a few DVDs.

That was mostly pre-knitting and totally pre-spinning and weaving. Now, I've got four spinning wheels, a huge amount of stash and spindles, a couple of display racks to hold the stash and spindles, three rigid heddle looms, and I'm contemplating getting a floor loom.

I'm almost at the point where I have to move to accommodate my fiber obsessions. Sad, really.

[boggit]

I don't know how people with "real" amounts of stuff ever move. I can barely stand the thought of ever doing so again, and I am still not unpacked and sorted. Where are you living in NY?

I hope you are hanging in there!

[dragojustine]

I know! I look around at people who have real adult apartments, with dishes and towels and furniture and knick knacks and STUFF and I just... how is it even POSSIBLE to move all that?

I'll be living right by Columbia (RIGHT by. It's lovely)

[ariadne83]

You can do it!

*hugs*