My own words coming back to haunt me

So in the midst of all the horrible bar-cramitude, I remember sitting on my couch, eyes glazing at the sight of my shockingly messy apartment, and thinking, "I can't wait until the bar exam is over and all I have to worry about is packing for my move."

NOW I remember why people hate moving more than doing their taxes.

Today the packing started. I suppose I could have started yesterday but I slept in until 12 or so, and then I met some friends for afternoon tea at the Drake, and then since we were already dressed up one of my girlfriends and I had a couple drinks at the hotel bar downstairs. And then we went to her apartment and drank more and watched a movie. And then I came home and fell asleep watching TV. And then I slept in until 11ish today (MAN am I gonna miss this in September).

I remember having some boxes from the last time I moved (that would be when I moved back in at the end of the summer last year, which would be my THIRD move that year) so I set about searching the apartment, expecting to find all sorts of boxes and found....

Six boxes.

Um.

I sighed and resigned myself to what now looked like a non-negotiable trip to U-Haul. I don't mind the idea of buying boxes from U-Haul in principle, but the actuality of it is a bit harsher. First, you think, oh, boxes are pretty cheap, only a few bucks each, right? But that adds up quick when you're buying around 30 boxes or so. Like, $140ish. Dammit, that could have been drinking money. And THEN it's hard to fit the boxes into my little red Subaru. And THEN I have to fit the boxes onto the building's luggage cart, which is just too small to fit all the boxes I bought, so I get to awkwardly try to balance wardrobe boxes on TOP of the full cart while simultaneously trying to create the forward motion needed to get the cart actually moving. This led to near-injuries and a couple of really embarrassing encounters for me ("sorry for ruining your elevator ride!").

But I finally got the boxes unloaded and set about to the task of packing. I got 7 boxes done today, which I think is actually not too shabby, considering I spent most of the day sleeping and whining to all who would listen about Ticketmaster. But as I was packing, I realized that there are a lot of things that I just might have the occasion to need between now and the time I actually move. If I were better at planning out travel accessories (I'm awful at it), I might be able to figure this out. But no. I still haven't unpacked since returning from California on Saturday, and I likely won't pack for my Friday morning trip to New York until midnight-ish on Thursday. So I have to scrounge around my apartment for all the junk I never use, which begs the question, why do I keep all this junk in the first place? To that question I have no answer. I just know that I can't throw it away.

I also realized how pitiful my CD collection is. I could brush this off and say, but I have so many downloaded songs that it makes up for it -- except that I really don't. I just have an overall pitiful music collection. I guess that's one thing to take care of once I start making money. At least I can be proud of my DVD collection -- I've gotten genuine compliments from guys.

So, while I certainly wouldn't wish myself back into the hell of bar studying (shudder), I do think that my feelings about moving were overly rosy. And I hope they don't really expect me to clean the place up. I know for a FACT they're gutting it right after I leave so I really don't see the point. I'm gonna double-check about that. At least the manager likes me.

And now, back to the Sims.