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Have to clean the shower.
Pull a few things out of the bus to be rid of (I got too much stuff and it's mostly BOOKS and KITCHEN GEAR! I DON'T COOK!).
Make another trash run to get rid of the cardboard boxes (and burn some that I know they won't take, like the oil-ridden ones, ew).
Put my back door back together (I'm gluing it back together from when I ripped it to pieces to find out where that gremlin come from).
Thaw my freezer.
Clear the porch.
Pack my fridge.
Pack the car.
We leave on Friday afternoon. Even if it's technically Saturday, we're leaving on "Friday Afternoon".
It should cost me (your read that right, ME) just under 1500$ to get out to NM. I'm not counting the price of the campsites, since we'll be mostly in parking lots going out, but Mom's looking into those prices. Which means the price probably is going to up itself to around 1650$.
It wouldn't be such a burden if:
1) Freedom Fest had gone off the way it should've
2) Peebles going over the way it should've
3) I had more than 12,999$ in my checking account (I'm getting paranoid about it again, shut up)
4) I had more accomplished than what I have done.
At least we have drinks and water and such to go out on. No way were we allowed to drink the local water, Mom said. She still gets sick if she drinks the water from 100 miles away, hence the three cases of water.
At least I got my lemonade. Hey, Chii, when you order a lime Real Fruit Slush from the local Sonic's, do you get the lime slices? Because I got the lemon slices when I ordered the lemon but no lime when I ordered the lime (dammit!). I guess I'll stick with the lemon on our way out.
FRIDAY NIGHT
Dishes
Yup. All I did was the dishes. Did Dad's, too, by the by. By the time I was done it was 1:30am and I have loads of stuff to do come daylight. So....meh. Just adds to my list of stuff to do.
SATURDAY (in the park, I think it was the fourth of July))
Put up Clean Dishes
Emptied Pantry
Chilled down Atkins shakes
Packed Plasticware
Packed Crock-pots
Thinned down and packed clothes
Puppy Store Donations
Started the Sheets 2:03pm
BREAKTIME!
There seems to be a trend in the way I do things. I can do it all from about 11am on until about 1:30-2:00pm, then my list is tossed to the side in favour of complaining about the humidity.
And that was IT for Saturday.
To say that it really REALLY sucked, is STILL a MASSIVE UNDERSTATEMENT.
I dun wanna talk about it. -_-
- Location:The Diner
- Mood:
aggravated
As Written At 1:35AM, Friday
It's just the same things, over and over again, still in no particular order.
Pack Wire Shelves (Friday AM)
Pack Tools (Friday AM)
Pack Music/DVDs (Friday AM)
FREEDOM FEST (Friday PM)
Empty and Thaw both Freezers (Saturday PM)
Clean Porch (Saturday PM)
Pack Clothes (Saturday AM)
Clean and pack Bathroom (Sunday?)
Pack Office (Sunday PM)
Wash Sheets (Saturday/Sunday PM/AM/PM)
Take off the Trash (Monday AM)
Take LOADS to Puppy Store 9am-4pm (Monday AM/PM)
Take off Unused cardboard boxes (Monday AM)
Pack Pantry (Tuesday AM)
Don't forget to Vacuum. (Tuesday PM)
Pack up Bishamon (Tuesday PM)
Pack Fridge (Wednesday AM)
Pack Bed (Wednesday AM)
Wash Dishes (...)
Pack both Freezers, TV. Microwave, Toaster Oven into Bus (...)
LEAVE ON WEDNESDAY AM
or SATURDAY AM at latest.
The reason why there's so "little" to do and set the way it is is because of my soon-to-be-attempts at helping Mom and Dad pack their stuff. Like all that crap on the porch. -_-'
......ow.
Okay, so I'm a pure idiot and my connection reeks ass.
45 dog damned minutes to get into JOURNAL POST in LJ.
Will update at Diner after Freedom Fest.
Why isn't Freedom Fest advertised anywhere in this damned town?!
PS: New Video Camera = Fun.
Mel's Voice + Video Camera = Ngh.
Mel's HAIR + Video Camera = ....is that ORANGE?!
Royal frick.
All in all, I did nothing.
Truck
Wash clothes, reattach button to pants
Sort clothes into KEEP and CHARITY
Pull bookcase from bus and burn
Sort books and repack into bus
Sort cookware and pack into bus
Pack LIVING ROOM box into bus
Pack movies and cds into Bus
Pack Tools into Bus
Empty fridge and freezer
Toss junk
Clean bathroom
Wash dishes and clean stovetop
Take load (s) to Puppy place.
Here's what I did: in this order
Truck at 7am
Went to Diner
Yelled at Cathy over the phone for giving me a closing shift (of course I got out of it)
Went to Lowes
Went to Puppy place
Cleaned cabin
Repacked Kitchen box
Repacked "shoebox" of kitchen stuff (Eating utensils, measuring cup, knives, that kinda thing)
Made four FULL bags of trash
Repacked some food into a milk crate
Sorted Kitty-Stuff from Puppy-Stuff for donations
Pulled bookcases from Bus
Burned out at 1:30pm
Drew lineless picture
That's IT. Seriously.
I need to pack the bathroom (and clean it, YUCK!) and wash the sheets (and clothes) and get the rest of the charity stuff taken off, plus everything on my original TO DO list and I'm DONE.
It only LOOKS like a short list, but it's gonna take a LOT of time. Dammit.
I'll call her later and tell her to find someone else.
Geeze. Stupid job. I don't need the money, I need the TIME to do my stuff.
Said "stuff" is written in a piece of paper in Mom's car, so I sit in the Diner until she gets back so I can do it all. Bit list, here's to hoping I get it done.
- Location:The Diner
- Music:I LOVEYOU BABY, Radio
Sunday: Clean Up
Monday: Truck
Tuesday: Cleaning
Wednesday: Sam's Club, buying Video Camera
Thursday: Playing with Vid Cam
Friday: FREEDOM FEST!
Saturday: Mimi, can I take Corky with me to New Mexico?
Sunday-Wednesday: PACK BITCH-BOI!
Thursday:
GET THE HELL OUT OF DODGE!
Can't sleep, too much coffee.
Ya know, I'm glad that I'm setting up this stupid game (WoW) and all, but these damned patches are gonna kill me. Man, I'm glad I hooked Wagner up to the DSL, because otherwise I'd still be on the initial download.
Granted, this current patch keep bouncing between 12 and 13 hours. -_-
Start out at 2pm on a hot sunny humid Sunday Afternoon.
Step Two:
Pull up all the asphalt tiles you had put down in the first place.
Step Three:
Use hairdryer to heat the tiles so you can pull the bonded tiles from the plywood floor. Swear at the glue sticking to your hands/flipflop bottoms/hair.
Step Four:
Get flipflop stuck to remaining glue on plywood after pulling up all the tiles.
Step Five:
Take measurements to find out how much material you need.
Step Six:
Drive into town and go to Lowe's to get what you need. Don't find it. Ask about it. Find out that the supposedly IN STOCK merchandise is actually SPECIAL ORDER. Mutter curses. Watch the idiot run away.
Step Seven:
Drive an hour to Home Depot. Find what you need. Buy it and a new powertool (<3), spending over 200$. Head home.
Step Eight:
Measure and cut boards. Find out you measured wrong and are short two boards. Curse. Go back to Home Depot.
Step Nine:
Return wood screws and replace with something else. Buy a 12' board of composite, spending 30$. Tie to car roof and head back.
Step Ten:
Install 4 boards, breaking two steel-drill bits in the process. Give up for the night because it's too dark to see now and promise to do better tomorrow.
- Location:The Cabin
World of Warcraft is a TOUGH one to download on only three hours. Granted, I haven't tried it much because I'm generally only in the stupid Diner for an hour and a half at a time. -_-'
Working on Guild Wars, the 4GB flash drive I have ISN'T BIG ENOUGH to hold the temporary files in order to download and play. So onto the desktop it goes. It ticks me off, but I'll get over it.
Can't take WoW into Sister's house, she said she'd disown me. D: Want to play, but can't see paying extra all the time. So I'm in search of closure.
Walking into my shift this morning made me remember just HOW MUCH I HATE WORKING RETAIL. And nothing actually happened, either. :-\ I was just so stressed out I could barely breathe. Good thing I'm only doing the truck and pushing stock, because the stupid register is going to kill me.
As you can tell from the length of this entry, I'm working on my typing. My nails are WAY too long to be typing on this thing. But if they were longer then I'd just have to type with my nails like I used to. I'm getting there, no worries. :P
- Location:The Diner
- Music:Something off the 70s station.
I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a little red car, Dad's driving, and we've just run out of road. Physical road, at least. Somehow we'd have gotten turned around and was witting on a tiny lip of a bridge that reached out over a wide river. There were floating (and stationary) lines in the river marking it as a road and other cars and trucks were traversing it just fine at a very high speed. So we drove the car off the bridge and slammed into the water, sinking like a rock. The conversation went something like this:
Mel: I guess we were supposed to be going 55 MPH before that would work.
Dad: Guess so.
Mel: Too bad this isn't a video game.
Dad: We won't be trying that again.
Mel: Nope. Guess not.
The weather crystal clear and we hit the floor of the river with a slight bump, but before we could do anything else and before water could drown us (the car seemed to be water-proof), I woke up, rolled over and had an even more screwed up dream.
Dream The Second
This one was fairly standard in a way. It wasn't one I'd ever had but the stuff in it was at least familiar.
It started with me driving and following someone down Riverview Road, which actually has been blocked to thru-traffic for about 3 months now. The road disappeared by narrowing down to a sidewalk and then to nothing as it ran up a hill and through some forest that only looked familiar because it looked like something out of a movie. Followed the creek bed that ran right over it and went to the source of said creek to find a water fall of small proportions. After climbing up to find out where it come from, there's nothing but the other side of a dug out valley and a talking mouse that was having a conversation with either the moss or a mushroom.
I woke up when Mom turned on my light and said that it was noon.
Dream The Third was all messed up and I actually had it during my sleeping hours of Monday morning, it was confusing I woke up with a migraine. It contained the local wally world, a massive sudden storm that had hail, rain, tornadoes, and lightening, the weather channel guy going nuts and performing a suicidal act on live TV because he couldn't figure out what the hell happened, me driving off to find Dad and the hotcart on orders from Sister and Mom, a cross between fire-fighters and bikers as search and rescue, a massive race to a finish line that had to drive part of completely blind (that was a trip and I had to do it twice because I opened my eyes to the light and had to restart the race, finishing to find what looked like river locks that were filled in with concrete (the river was no where in sight) and the prize being buses and buses and buses of all sizes and kinds. I saw monorail buses that were only as wide as a single person, buses that were 3 windows long, buses that were 50 windows long, monstrosities and microscopic buses. There paint jobs right out of a movie, a V-Dub had the same paint job as the Gravedigger monster truck. When I found my bus, a big 40' bus that was only 12' long on the inside (WTF?! Ah, HELL naw!) it had all sorts of stuff in it that we (Mom, Dad, and Sister suddenly appeared when I found the bus). Stuff that I hadn't seen since the big move from South Carolina to Tennessee was in that bus. I saw a porcelain doll that I gave up a long long LONG time ago. There was furniture and jewelry and shoes and just a lot of junk. When we got it all out, my bus was gone and Mom asked Dad what we were going to do with all the stuff. He said to just leave it, because everyone else was doing so and just look at what they were doing. So we all looked and blinked a few times. Everyone that was near us was cleaning out their buses and then picking through other people's stuff. All of our stuff was gone in a heartbeat.
I told Mom about the bus dream and she gave me a funny look. Not funny "hahahahahah!" and not funny "oh you're so screwed up" but funny like "naw, DUH". I hope I don't find that bus because I don't know what I would do if I found a magical bus that was big on the outside and tiny on the inside.
Probably pop a blood vein trying to turn a corner.
I've been battling with SOMETHING that's been kicking me off the internet, no one can fix my fucking power steering pulley, supper at the Diner sucked because the service AND the food was horrendous, I managed to post some artwork (just one) but writing the 4 sentences about the piece almost made me burst out bawling, I've had a goddamned migraine all fucking day, and I'm just royally fucking sick of this place.
I'm sick of it. I'm royally fucking sick of it.
So she's stranded until Dad can get the pump and pulley to Vic tomorrow morning (while I'm unloading the truck at the DT).
And all she had left was that and the air filter, too.
Dad is officially pissed off at this township.
Today fortune cookie said the following: "Tomorrow you will find the item you have been searching for."
I wonder what item I'll find.
Because of this, we'll be doing the end of the Beginning Season of Races.
I've been rained on again. Three damned times in the span of 2 hours. -_- I HATE rain.
