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zenithblue) wrote2007-07-25 11:18 am
zenithblue) wrote2007-07-25 11:18 am
random thoughts from a feverishly distracted brain
It is exactly one week until departure day.
Yesterday I was walking past the bathroom and thought, "Wow, the bathroom's so clean and organized. No boxes. No piles of crap."
Then I thought: "Maybe I could live in the bathroom for a week?"
I realized the other day that I am incapable of thinking of the road trip in anything but the most David-Lynchian terms. Like I literally am dreading this as a horrible beatnik/apocalyptic hell trip. Our car will break down in the desert. One cat will die of thirst and the other will be terribly ill and I'll have no way to get him to the hospital. Or a crazy trucker will run us off the road and murder us with his rig (he looks a little like Willem Dafoe crossed with Steve Buscemi, in my head). Or something.
I confessed this mindset to Hodge yesterday and he just said, "Actually, it'll be like that, but a lot more boring."
Of course the only other model Hodge has provided so far has been to describe every Stephen King story where a young traveling couple ends up in a weird town, and either gets eaten by carnivorous frogs, or sent to the rock show of the damned. So he's not helping (if it's up to me I'm taking us to the rock show. I've always had a thing for Buddy Holly.)
Anyway, it occurs to me that I need a new paradigm for this trip. I've never moved my belongings to a new city via road trip. Moving from Alaska to Portland was piecemeal over four years of care packages and plane trips back and forth. Any suggestions for a new set of circumstances to visualize?
I'm very excited to get to Austin. I'm just fuck-all tired of moving there.
Oh, also: I have been inked. When I find the little cord-thingy to upload the pictures I shall (who wants to guess it's in a BOX?!?).
Yesterday I was walking past the bathroom and thought, "Wow, the bathroom's so clean and organized. No boxes. No piles of crap."
Then I thought: "Maybe I could live in the bathroom for a week?"
I realized the other day that I am incapable of thinking of the road trip in anything but the most David-Lynchian terms. Like I literally am dreading this as a horrible beatnik/apocalyptic hell trip. Our car will break down in the desert. One cat will die of thirst and the other will be terribly ill and I'll have no way to get him to the hospital. Or a crazy trucker will run us off the road and murder us with his rig (he looks a little like Willem Dafoe crossed with Steve Buscemi, in my head). Or something.
I confessed this mindset to Hodge yesterday and he just said, "Actually, it'll be like that, but a lot more boring."
Of course the only other model Hodge has provided so far has been to describe every Stephen King story where a young traveling couple ends up in a weird town, and either gets eaten by carnivorous frogs, or sent to the rock show of the damned. So he's not helping (if it's up to me I'm taking us to the rock show. I've always had a thing for Buddy Holly.)
Anyway, it occurs to me that I need a new paradigm for this trip. I've never moved my belongings to a new city via road trip. Moving from Alaska to Portland was piecemeal over four years of care packages and plane trips back and forth. Any suggestions for a new set of circumstances to visualize?
I'm very excited to get to Austin. I'm just fuck-all tired of moving there.
Oh, also: I have been inked. When I find the little cord-thingy to upload the pictures I shall (who wants to guess it's in a BOX?!?).
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And moving is AWFUL. Although the OCD part of me is very excited about getting rid of the random crap we've accumulated in the last two years. It's amazing how quickly it adds up!