Its moving time AGAIN. Good gravy. Didn't I just do this 2 months ago? Yes. I did. Fucking Fuck.
I decided after 2 months here in my cute little studio that I have to get the fuck out. Don't get me wrong I love this little place. I however DON'T love the ants, the barking dogs, the cat poop in the laundry room, the ridiculously messy garage that I have to walk through to get to my room, the nearly $600/month rent that "included" cable and internet (and by cable i guess they mean the only 12 channels you get by NOT having a digital cable converter, and by internet they mean the barely there wireless signal that I was never able to connect to and then the 3 weeks of them trying to hardwire my room for internet in which I had to go to a coffee shop to do my daily interneting.) Oh, and let's not forget the snake incident.
The real point of my blog today is this:
How many mother fucking times in my life am I going to have to move my mother fucking high school year books?!
I mean really. I haven't actually looked at them in like 8 years. And I have 5 of them! (no, I wasn't a super senior, I just went to 2 different schools, and got 1 from each in one year). Its one of those things that I never want to get rid of them, but I'm so tired of having to move them. THEY'RE HUGE, hardbound heavy fuckers and I'm honestly just sick of them!! I want to just dump them off at my mom's house and just pick them up when (hopefully many many many many many moons in the future) pick them up when my brother and I go through her things after her funeral. Seriously, that's how badly I want them out.
Am I alone here? Is there anything in your life you've moved 9895028934 gazillion times and wish there was a safety deposit box for such things?
8 comments:
I think my gigantic piles of computer and electronic equipment always overshadows my yearbooks in my moves. And I love that stuff, which makes me not hate moving it so much.
Hey, let me know if you need any help moving heavy stuff. I've got this weekend mostly free.
KIDS!
Do kids count?????
Those little fuckers are a pain in the ass!
Oh wait, I mean... Those little darlings are the light of my life.
AHEM!
God, I hate moving, and I do it ALL THE TIME. I've pared down my belongings a lot... Yearbooks, photos, "memorabilia" are permanently living at my parents' house. I'm tired of moving my damn clothes, though.
Moving is the worst, it's up there with hospitals and funerals. I am NOY being overly dramatic, that is how much I hate it!! I have way too much stuff!
I move at least once a year. At least. I have shit stored in five different locations and two different states. I can't even remember where all my stuff is. It seems every time I move I offload more and more crap on unsuspecting relatives, the poor garbageman and Craigslist.
As for your yearbooks... can't help you out. I got tired of hauling around my high school memorabilia (my mom refused to keep it at her house anymore about two-three years ago) and couldn't even begin to tell you where it is now. Good luck!
One thing I don't have to haul around the country with me anymore is photo albums. My photo albums are 100% digital now, just like my music and movie collections.
This may be a crazy/stupid idea, but what if you just scanned every page of your yearbook into your computer and then threw them away. People from your class might even be interested in getting copies of them from you, so they could do the same. Now that I think about it, I may actually do this myself.
i HATE moving, but it really seems like the only option for you, as it sounds like the cat poop/internet-free apartment isn't doing it for ya. my high school yearbooks are somewhere strategically hidden in my parents' house so i never have to see them again...
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