A tub of 'scara
Providence College move in day makes me sleepy - moving Krick up to her new teeny-tiny room on the 6th floor of PC's very own Virgin Vault. In order to entertain ourselves while waiting for our single trip in the elevator, I couldn't help but pick on some of the PC skanks walking around and suggested that Kristin buy some mascara if she wants to fit in. But it was a nice day, we spent plenty of time in the room with the roommate and her parents and they seemed very nice. So it was good, my sister and my mother both behaved themselves and it was a relaxing and drama-free day. Of course I had no idea how to navigate myself back to CT, but thankfully my resourcefulness kicked in and I managed to find Rt 6 and take it all the way to Hartford.
Two days before I make the big move myself. Again I pledge to be a minimalist. We'll see how well I can live up to Judd's credo when push comes to shove and the clothes need to be packed. 13 weeks left at Midd and a jterm - so I think I should be able do it on as few trips up the stairs hauling cargo as possible. I was reading about this installation artist in the Times the other day (read from 8/29 - same article, which seems to have consumed far more of my attention than it's worth) but just the same, she talked about the "tyranny of variety." To confront and resist this, she apparently makes herself a "uniform" and wears it for 6 months straight without wearing different store-bought things everyday and being overwhelmed by so many choices. Thoughts of another year of clutter and piles and books galore, I am revolting against the tyranny of baggage and trying to clean up yet another mess in my life. If only we could be graded (or perhaps paid) by how well we put our best foot forward - I would do very well, I am exceptionally good at
resolving, must have been all those high school Model UN conferences. Just the same - lots of driving in the car by myself and moving things in the past two days, that's almost enough to push anyone toward the brink of self-relfection induced acesticism.
Talked to Nathan tonight as he added oil to the car somewhere on the verge of Texas and Arkansas. Apparently they are making better time than they expected and will be back sooner rather than later, breakneck pace and weather permitting, luck probably has something to do with it too.
Tried to tweak the class schedule - found a momentary perfect class, but realized that it conflicts with judicial council, so much for perfection and trying to rope myself into the fewest academic committments to date.
Last night I went for a beer with Katie to celebrate the rare occassion when both she and I are in the same place at the same time. Over two pints, we talked about apartments and furniture, compared the advantages of getting a DVD player vs a VCR when the checkbook dictates that you can only have one (I just went the DVD route, she's leaning toward the archaic VRC), and whether or not it's even necessary to have a land phone line in the cellular age. Just before she arrived to my house, I was having a near identical chat with Jack, and it echoed at least four others from the past month. Consensus is that things are too expensive. When do you ever have to make as many major purchases as you do for your first apartment? No time yet to stockpile savings, rent gouges you, and yet you still need a bed, couch, DSL service or whatever...at least when you move onto a house, you've usually had some time to prepare first. It makes me want to crawl under a rock and just skip this crap. I know I can't afford it either and the next few years are going to be miserable and budgeted (Jack actually suggested that he'd stop drinking to conserve funds - what is the world coming to??) this really sucks. If you want a job commenserate with with a $120,000 education - you need to live in an upscale and sophisticated place like Boston or New York - and yet in order to be safe, you need to shell out almost a 1/3 of your measly income, if not more, for the simple priviledge of sleeping somewhere with not-broken windows, minimal rats and bugs, and maybe even a kitchenette. Alas, the future is grim, bleak, and filled with visa bills nipping the well-heeled shoes that taunt you from an out of reach store window. Aside from everyone's not to secret back up plan to marry rich or win lotto, how do you break out of this? (or make it through without doing serious damage, the kind of bills / lifestyle that makes it impossible to get out of your twenties until you are 34) If you have the solution and it doesn't involve taking an LSAT or some lucritive property buying scandal a al Martha or Hillary, please let me know. I'd generally like to avoid being a drug mule or moving to a country where a lifesaver is a savory treat.
Off to get 6 hours of sleep in this very good sleeping weather and enjoy the digital cable before that too, like my hopes and aspirations, are taken from me. No just kidding, I am going to end up a grad student and avoid rent by being an RA or something because I care about other people so much and I set
such a good example. Or maybe the price of illusionned independence is high enough to send me hiding in my parents' house.
posted by lmjasinski at 12:43 AM
