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august 1, 2000. I'm all jazzed right now from talking to my dad. Every night when he catches me in one place, he asks me a variation on the same question: "have you decided what to take with you to Nova Scotia?" It's driving me crazy, mainly because we've determined the answer to that question several weeks ago. All I can fit in the van are electronics, musical equipment, clothes for a week, papers and the futon. I'm hoping to get a 4 foot bookshelf in as well, just so the most important books don't languish in boxes and untidy piles on the floor. I find it very difficult to get work done in a real mess, and that's what this year's going to be all about - me, working. I can't screw around with Education like I did with English. I'm too scared of screwing up once I get into a classroom to waste this.
But I have to say, the move's stressing me out. I'm chasing my own tail here, not knowing how much I can bring let alone what I'll need. I'd like to start packing, but we need the house clean for the wedding. I'm trying to keep it out of my mind, but it keeps creeping back. I'll be much relieved once I devote myself to the problem full time.
I guess I'm also a bit on edge because I spent the whole day writing thank you cards in between dashes for the ladies' room. Nervous digestion plus 21 individualized politely worded cards equals a cranky girl. Mah.
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The good new is that I finally got wedding shoes. The bad news is that I think they're identical to the ones Pixie Stix was going to lend me. Oh well, at least this way when we get together on Christmas Eve and put on our wedding dresses, no one will have to go barefoot. (I'm hoping that by that time, the increased exercise from not having a car in NS will make my wedding underwear that much more comfortable.)
The shopping trip with Sarah H. went reasonably well. We have about as much in common now as we did in highschool, just in different areas. For example, we both consider our lives now to be rather glitzy and fun, but whereas I consider the Fireball, Dirktoberfest and Ophelia's famous parties glitzy (i.e. times that I got dressed up, had fun & went home alone), her life is full of "the weekend my boyfriend whisked me away to Jamaica as a surprise Valentine's Day present" kind of glitz. I rarely feel like a poor cousin - actually, I usually feel like a strange geeky/kinky cousin if anything - but there it was. Fortunately, we were soon joined by Little Spider, who makes me feel more normal. Sarah seemed disappointed by our steady yet plodding pace, asking why we were so gloomy. I prefer "inexorable."
My shoes say "unlisted.com," although I was unable to find a rad picture of them at the site. Yeah. The web address is actually on the sole. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
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The last two days have been a bit crazy. I spent all day yesterday completing program information for next year - things like school placement information and how many words can I type per minute (51 if anyone asks. I had to call my temp agency to find out, but there you are.) I also found out that even though my one remaining required course is now open for registration, the school won't let me register for that many courses. I called up the registrar's office & whined: "but I'm in a professional faculty! All of these courses are on the required list!" All they could suggest was to call the faculty and figure it out. I keep missing my opportunity (damn east coast timezone!), but I'm sure that if it's happening to me, it must be happening to everyone else. All 140 of us.
Man, what a tiny program! I've had classes 6 times that size! Culture shock.
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On Sunday, I had my third and final bridal shower. This one included my mother's family, the Boy's family, and our friends. At this point, after writing 21 thank you cards, I'm not only losing my ability to say fresh interesting things about the gifts, I'm also losing touch with euphemisms for "nice." It was a good time, though. Having the Boy there took quite a bit of pressure off me; I always feel horribly exposed being the gift-opening center of attention. We traded off, letting our enthusiasm wells replenish after each gift. A nice haul: I especially like the Complete Curious George and the oriental tea cups - both because I really like those gifts and because they were the most fun to unwrap.
The cups came from Scherezade, who was quite upset at me for the first little while: she'd spent over an hour wandering around (in the rain) due to 2 sets of bad directions, one of which happened to be mine. D'oh. Still, it was nice to have her there. Lately I've been surprised at how much I enjoy her company. We've spent so much time apart lately that I think my subconscious started to assign erroneous reasons for our separation, reasons like "don't get along anymore." I know that when we get to Nova Scotia, I'm going to miss her terribly.
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