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Hotlanta

This past weekend JD and I packed all my belongings and, with the help of Erin and Haley, moved all my shit into storage. It is over.

I have spent the last few days sleeping in, doing homework, relearning how to drive in Atlanta, watching tv, being fat, and buying supplies for New York. My flight is Sunday, school starts Monday, and my interview happens on Tuesday. Funny how important events tend to happen all at the same time.

I've become a craigslist addict recently. In fact, I'm going to look at apartments right now.

I have held off worry for quite awhile. It wasn't until yesterday that I had my first anxious pang about the next few days/seven weeks/six months. I could describe all the shit I have to do, but really I shouldn't be writing about it; I should be doing it.

Ok, I'll just start.

I'm currently going through all my shit. Though it hurts me, I'm gonna hafta throw my seal away. Alas.


The best art project I've ever done.

Is this gauche? I hope not. Our bathroom has become the most vibrant part of our house. I promise to maintain bathroom graffiti as a way of life from now on.

What an eventful last few days. (This post will most likely become a superficial list; I apologize.)

-Thursday my friend gave birth to a beautiful girl.
That evening my roommate and I drove a large budget truck, which was filled with all of her things, down to Atlanta and hung out with her folks. We then went downtown and checked in at the hospital. We talked with our friend and looked at the her baby. So tiny! Cute cute cute. We then met up with a couple of our high school friends in Midtown. When we noticed how late it was getting, we drove back to Athens, returned the truck, and went downtown. After celebrating a friend's birthday party for a couple of hours, we crashed.

-Friday my roommates and I threw our last party together.
I got up early, went to work, and finished several projects. JD picked me up (he did a lot of driving this weekend, and I really appreciate him), and we began to get stuff together. Balloons, streamers, alcohol, Depression-era blues, twine, dirty clothes, newspapers, rags, and cardboard boxes--we constructed the finest crack den/shanty town the world has seen.

-Saturday our friends got married.
We got up early, still under the weather from the night. Washed and dressed in our finest, we drove to Atlanta and celebrated our friends' marriage. The ceremony and reception were beautiful. Quite wonderful. After the wedding, we realized Herbie Hancock was giving a free show in Piedmont Park. We walked through the crowded park, ate carnival food, and watched a great show under the stars.

-Sunday JD and I putzed around.
After sleeping in, we walked to brunch. Then we made a quick trip to the museum, where we saw the Annie Leibovitz exhibit and a traveling show from the Louvre. We drove home, and I cleaned up the house. I love mopping.

A birth, moving out, a birthday, a party, a marriage, music, art, eating, drinking, mopping--this weekend had it all. I am tired but glad.

Trout (for reference) with very large package from New York.

Uuuuuhhhhghghghghghghghghhhhhhh . . .

I'll be totally cool. Just gotta breath and work. Make it fun.

I think I might spend some time in Atlanta next week after the party and the wedding.

Alright, I'm bored now

Bark/Sneeze

Pandas are loud. And cute:


Another weekend has passed. Nothing too exciting happened: bridal shower, cleaning, and sleeping in. My roommates and I have decided to throw an end-of-the-term party. The theme is the Great Depression. Our invitation: "Party at Hooverville: Great Depression--Great Fun."

We've also spread out bathroom graffiti to the walls. Expect pictures of crude drawings.