2003-09-26 - 5:25 p.m.
#126: No Need for Leaving Home
Note to self: And now I've found an internet cafe to type up my latest entry in. Will I never properly die? And just how much am I going to be spending on internet afes in order to get a full entry out? I know for certain that I'm not going to be able to finish this entry in the amount of time left, so it'd be interesting to see how the writing "mood" changes as I progress in this entry and find other places to frequent and disturb customers with my lack of online play and viciously cutting the kneecaps off my poor rendered opponents designed to save on badnwidth costs. Ah, what a world it is that I can't be left alone to type in peace, but if I'm going around killing digital avatars I'd be perfectly acceptable. Pfeh.
So yesterday (Thursday 25th of September) I left my house and home for the last time. It wasn't a somber moment. The somber moment was when I left my house and home for the SECOND to last time and I thought I wasn't going to coming back. You see, early in the morning (after roaming around the internet one last time before FINALLY disassembling my computer) I went down with my father to the city in order to check out the apartment we would be staying in for the next two weeks or so; so I thought I'd give my house the proper farewell it deserved by looking out the window in a forlorn manner and whispering in a voice none but me could hear, "Goodbye". This left my mother to watch over the house while the packers did their thing and then leaving the movers to do THEIR thing. Although the roles did sort of slide into one another after a while. We had a lot of stuff to move. Heavy, too. So I thought I was going to be in the city for the rest of the day, lounging around in the apartment, and generally ignoring the fact that my home no longer was. This wasn't the case of course, and after a brief bit of lunch at a Korean restaurant (what? is it my hair? is my hair causing us to naturally migrate to a Korean whenever my parents become involved in the restaurant decision? What?) we came back to the house I thought I was never going to see again and had just done my whole "dramatic farewell schtick".
I was understandably a bit embarassed.
(Boy, is it difficult to type on the GNC keyboard, it has a Korean and English keyboard setting right between the alt button and spacebar, and every time I go to press a comma or a period there is a slight possibility that the text I type after it would be in garbled Korean. Not something that happens to me everyday. It's kinda annoying, but kinda neat at the same time. Getting confused at a keyboard? Now that's not something not everybody can say! Well, not PROUDLY, anyway.)
But that was not all: Not only did we have to return to the scene of my tear jerking performance piece, we also had to clean the house up a bit. As in give it a little wipe here and there, vacuum there and here, mop over THERE and THERE.... Well to cut a long story short by the time I left my house the ACTUAL last time, I was far too tired to do my ACTUAL goodbye. It was all rather anti-climatic, really. It's not unlike taking one final visit to a terminal ill family relative, and then being told that old Uncle Myrtle with the cancerous testicles wants to have a personal sponge bath. From you. That really slurks the how melodrama down the drain, it does. Besides, it had been a long and eventful day, and I was going to go to a family dinner immediately afterwards, so I wanted to conserve as much of my remaining energy as possible. I'm awfully sleep deprived nowadays of some reason. Must be from all that staying awake. Yeah, that's it.
And I've completely run out of time after trying to check several forums and write this entry at the same time. I will end this now.
