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Keep On Packin' written @ 6:44 PM on August 20, 2003 This Saturday I move back to school. I have the same room as I did last year and-- drum roll-- decorating plans. Oh yes, I do have decorating plans. In fact, Tricia thoughtfully stepped aside and gave me 97% control of decorating. Get this: a floor lamp; a Chinese lantern; desk lamps (we're gonna be able to fuckin' land airplanes at my dorm this year); and Harry Potter, Heath Ledger, and Lord of the Rings posters galore. And let's not forget about the unicorns, shall we? Yeah, yeah, I'm perfectly aware that most of you are rolling your eyes at me, and what's new? All the furniture is going to be shoved to one side of the room to optimize the space, in addition to bunking the beds. I've got tube lighting for the ceiling, plants for the window sill, fun magnets for the refrigerator, stained glass for the window, carpets, CD rack, not to mention oobers of neat stuff. Why all this decorating? Well, this is, after all, me we are talking about here. Simply look at my diary layout: I go all out for this sort of stuff. But besides that, I am determined to win the "coolest room" contest they have on campus this year, because they usually have good prizes like free parking passes and things such as that. And, hell, if I get the free parking pass, that's $72 I don't have to pay. And Tricia and I like free stuff. I didn't do the contest last year because I wasn't about to put Stephanie through that; she probably would have been asleep when they did the judging anyway. And if that isn't an awkward moment, I don't know what is. I'm a little pissed, however, because Dad is not going to be there to help me move in on Saturday. He's taking a golfing "vacation" to Columbus (Why Columbus? Beats the hell out of me.) and "conveniently forgot" about that little "Sam going to college" thing. Mom tried to make me feel better by reminding me he didn't help much last year, but still... a little paternal support for his baby bird would have been nice, I guess. Christine is actually going to help me move my shit in, which I appreciate. In the meantime, I'm spending the last few days of my vacation burning his CDs for his car and making labels on the computer for his CDs . . . It's very tempting to resent him for this little reason and a thousand other little reasons that soon add up to the big picture. Once more, I am reminded that my house is this swirling vortex for negative energy, and it does not surprise me how the spirits in the house feed off that. Oh yeah, dear readers, they are still very much around. In fact, this afternoon they resorted to throwing things in the shower. I assure you, the cats were up to no mischief; they were asleep on my mom's bed. I pray the spirits don't follow me to college, although it wouldn't surprise me if they dropped in on me every once in a while and began picking up and dropping shampoo in the middle of the night because "they want to talk." If that's the case, Tricia and I are going to have a long talk that morning which might be unsettling to her staunch Catholic mentality. At the moment, I am steadily counting down the days until I return to my wee home in the south. Everyday I grow warm to the realization that I never liked it here, that I'm sick of being uprooted and a gypsy of sorts, and this separation my parents have conveniently staged at a pinnacle period of my life is just as well. I think I'm going through a small stage where I bitterly resent people and things. I'm standing back and looking at the big picture of my life and realizing how many parts of it are petty and unnecessary complications. Like this fight between Jessica and Christine, for instance. I have to wonder is either of them are going to remember this twenty years from now, but, as Christine has told me more than once, I have a tendency to drop grudges faster than most people. I'm not saying either of them don't have their reasons for being pissed at each other, but in the grand scheme of things, what does it count for really? Ah well. More and more I find I'm on a different page from most other people. I just keep steadily packing my things, I guess.
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