Not a Happy Psycho Bunny right now
2005-Sep-18, Sunday 03:14 pm
Grumpy
Yo. I’m sore from the exercise I did yesterday...but it doesn’t really bother me...unless I’m trying sit down, or get up, or walk.../shrug but since I’ve been moving about as fast as a 3-toed sloth, it hasn’t come up too much.
Dad called home last night and talked to Mom for a while. They talked about the whole ‘moving’ issue again. Mom has wanted to move to Tennessee for ages now. Finally, Dad said that when he retired we’d sell the house and move up there. But since the market for land has been so good lately (everyone from New Orleans that still has money is wanting to buy land here), they were thinking about selling the house now. We were thinking we could move into the A-frame house that we’re renting out for now. Maybe start looking for land up in Tennessee now, and then when Dad retires we can start building and movie. There was also some talk of maybe living in a camper, which I’m not overly thrilled about, but if I must then I must.
The problem is that I’ve heard this talk before, and it’s always played out to nothing. So I really don’t want to focus on it, because it may be nothing. But then I don’t want to just not consider it, because it may be something big that I’ll need to adjust to. That A-frame is small, and any camper we would buy would be even smaller. My room isn’t big as it is, and I’ve got stuff out the wazoo. The idea of possibly loosing that stuff (stuff that I’ve scrimped and saved for and bought with my own money) makes me extremely angry. I’ve told Mom that I wouldn’t mind getting rid of most of the VHS tapes that are in my closet after I make a list of what I have, and clothes that I don’t wear. But Books, DVDs and such are staying. And don’t even consider talking about getting rid of computers or computer games for that matter. It’s the only way I am able to interact with people as it is.
So I’m a bit bummed and a bit cranky (it doesn’t help that I’m surfing the crimson wave), and I’m venting. If we were to move into the A-frame I wouldn’t be bothered. If we were to hurry up and buy land in Tennessee and then begin building so that we could also hurry up and move, I wouldn’t be bothered. But this ‘camper’ talk bothers me. I don’t know about you guys, but the idea of living in that cramped of a space with that little of my stuff around to distract me with my parents constantly...Negative. I love my parents. But I love my space just as much. And I love my distracting junk too, thank you.
I just realized how much I hate it when my mom refers to all my stuff as ‘junk’. I will one day address that with her, but it will not be today. I’m too edgy. I need a Hershey bar or something.
I’m gonna go watch something or read something and try to unwind. Later.
