Crushing Krisis

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The first day of fall on a college campus is always a memorable experience… yesterday was that in two respects: the first day of Fall while on campus, and the first day of Fall term. Freshmen were everywhere, lines for food and books were long, and i spotted nearly a hundred people i haven’t seen in months (and lamented easily another hundred that i didn’t see). I ran into Gina with former roommate Michelle and walked them to the bookstore where i had a sighting of Laurel and Ben before i was distracted by Kathe who was eventually joined by Selina, but then i had class with Karen and afterwards ran into Matt A. before headed back to class, this time with Gina. And, that was only in the span of an hour.

Sometimes you anticipate your relationships to all of these people changing, and sometimes you expect them to stay the same. Or, at least, i do. I’ve been finding out that sometimes i’m right and sometimes i’m not – sometimes in cases i didn’t really expect. Who knew that one biting comment from one of my favourite friends would leave me seething and writing a nasty song about them on the first day of having them back in my life? Who knew that someone i generally despise would put a broad smile on my face while i was walking around aimlessly? Who knew that people would change so much, or stay so much the same?

I haven’t really thought about my ‘blogging schedule’ … last year i took alternate weekdays off. Today i am headed to International Business Law, Critical Reasoning, Basic Production, and Communication Theory. We’ll see how i feel about blogging after all of that.

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I’m not sure i could quantify our moving just in numbers, or even in words, but it involved five primary housemates, five special guest-lifters, five fabulous locations, one mom with a pre-cooked dinner, and approximately twenty motrin consumed in under four hours by three different people. Oh, and two practically moved into new apartments: one without electricity and the other without a phone. All in all it should make for an interesting weekend. But, speaking of hurdles, now i have to give our powerpoint presentation, empty my old apartment, carry it all up the stairs to my new apartment, and go back to the old apartment to drop off my keys. Oh, and carry my mattress and box spring up to the fourth floor… but i’m trying not to think of that right now.

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I’m scattered right now, and i’ll edit this all (somehow) later, but i just wanted to post some moving stuff while it’s fresh.

Yesterday the universe conspired to have a different cosmic actor stand in on my part, and i saw all of the potential i have as a physical being burning through the blinds i usually keep drawn on any amount of tangible power i have.

I have never really been in a physical fight; i often wonder how i’ve managed to avoid it. I was certainly a prime target for picking on all through grade-school and beyond, but i’ve never had to defend myself from anyone before. So, to me, a split knuckle is pretty strange… a wide bloody red grin out at me from my right thumb.

Sometimes i get a violent urge, and it makes me wonder if we’ve all had guerilla warfare hard-coded into our genes. In the same way i went into “Hulk Smash” mode on Wednesday while packing, yesterday i again and again found myself lifting things twice as heavy as anything i’d ever be caught carrying otherwise, and in one instance virtually tossing my stereo down a flight of stairs.

Something else i’ve never really done is a stamina-intensive activity. I’m not exactly lazy: i’ve been known to walk all the way from my apartment to my house carrying bookbags and guitars and things (which is pretty much the span of metro philly – a nice walk), i enjoy pickup games of ultimate frisbee, and riding my bike might be my favourite thing to do outdoors other than sit on a swing. However, i am not someone who’s especially motivated by sporting competition or someone who’s self-motivated to do personally rewarding things like jogging and daily exercising.

What motivates me is a result. This is blatantly obvious at work, where i quickly attend to tasks with a numerical ending point or a specific goal, while ongoing projects like entering folders and proof-reading reports are left to be buried under the mess of my desk. So, asking me to clean or pack when i know i can move whenever i want to is futile, but if you put me up against a deadline and with five other people i turn into captain motivation. That is, i’m at least captain motivation until my legs turn to jelly from shuttling box after box up to the third floor of our new apartment. But, now the job is halfway finished, and i just have to leap a few more hurdles before i am home free.

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Update: I just got off the phone with the Players House contingent, half of whom i am moving in with. As it turns out, the other half of them are locked out of their new apartment and their stuff is already in the truck, so it isn’t looking too good for my lonely queue of furniture (or for Matt ever being able to squeeze past it to get into the bedroom, as i nearly had to grease up to wedge myself back in to go to sleep (and lets not even touch upon the mess on my bed…). Moving is always an adventure, and i just keep reminding myself of that every time my heart gets a little fluttery thinking about all of the stuff i have to move., and i just have to keep focusing on the fact that i think we’ll have Living in Clip in triplicate. Ani will make it all better….

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