The Big Move: Part 1
Well, it finally happened. My roommates and I moved out of out apartment this past weekend and relocated to our respective new homes in Philadelphia. Rob, Pete, and Matt moved into a shiny brand new apartment mere blocks away from me at Liz’s apartment. The weekend’s move included 2 days of assault on every muscle in my body, a 26 foot moving truck (which now takes the coveted throne of “The largest vehicle Jason has ever driven”), and the purging of many of my possessions gained from a previous pack rat lifestyle (which still takes over at times, usually at yard sales and thrift stores, causing wide-eyed hysteria and foaming of the mouth). But, amidst all of the aches and pains, whining and sobbing, we are all moved. I am settled, and pleased to be so, trying to ignore the forthcoming second installment of the move which arrives in the fall. Liz and I will be in the shark tank that is apartment hunting, and if all goes well, more moving will ensue. I would jump up with excitement if I didn’t fear my spine exiting my body. Because of packing for the move (and preparation for an upcoming collaborative art piece…more on this soon) I was not able to write a tid bit about last weekend’s festivities which included my brother’s new band’s (The Jukebox Zeros) first show. Needless to say, they were great, breaking people’s beer bottles and eardrums with hot rock action.
While I am on the mend for the next day or two, I have some fantastic company…the new Harry Potter book. Yes, I am a dork and a kid at heart. I am sure I will hear about it for even mentioning an affection for the series. Well, piss off. This book is the best in the series so far (this has continually been the case, the latest being better than the last) and it has sunk its claws firmly into me. Every scrap of time I have had this weekend (and will surely continue through this week) was spent reading a few more pages. Which is why I am stopping this post now…I am wasting precious reading time.
- Posted at 10:15 am in Books, Personal
Commentary Closed (5)
The moving truck picture turned out awesome. My legs look like they’re going to snap.
who took that picture? i’m so confused.
So, I must say, I suck. Due to the curse that was laid upon me by some pissed off shaman, me and bikes don’t get along. I got caught up in fixin’ my fuckin’ HUFFY, and couldn’t get my ass over to help any of you move your stuff. Once again, I suck.
But, I am happy that you jokers are all finally livin’ in the city!
“Spent my whole life in the city
Where junk is king and the air smells shitty
People puking everywhere
Piles of blood, scabs and hair
Bodies wasted in defeat
People dying on the street
But the suburban scumbags they don’t care
Just get fat and Dye their hair
I LOVE LIVIN’ IN THE CITY”
-FEAR
You know, Pete, that reminds me: You borrowed my Fear cassette for a long time, and when you returned it, it wouldn’t play anymore. And now you don’t show up to help us move. I think I hate you.
D’OH! I truly do sucketh!