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Well, I am aiming to finish moving in with my friend Rob Prescott today. After talking with my friend Sam (the original person I was suppose to live with this month), she decided that me + her roommates + her would be a tight fit in the house. So, with two weeks notice that I did not have somewhere to live for January, I asked Rob. He said yes.

Unfortuantely/fortunately, he is away for the next 5 days. He is playing in the mountains. I will be working. Good thing I have his living room at my disposal! Mwa-Hahahaha!

But in the past two weeks, I have done fun stuff like snowshoe, ski, hang out, watch Southpark and cook. I have found out that I like making a lot of food and then eating it for a couple days. Making many small breakfast burritos and then eating them slowly over the week not only saves time in the morning, but also saves money. Breakfast if I were to eat out every morning–unhealthy and ~$3.50 every morning. Breakfast burrito–$0.50 sausage+$0.20 egg+$0.10 potato+$0.30 cheese+$0.10 tortilla=$1.20 awesome healthy breakfast burrito. That’s $6 for breakfast an entire work week/$24 for breakfast for an entire month… Word.

I have also made pot roast. Twice. Here’s the monetary breakdown for this: $5 meat, $1.70 potatoes, $1.20 carrots, $0.80 onion, $1.29 spice packet (ranch dressing mix), $1.29 vegetable stock = ~$10.50 for 5 to 6 meals (~$1.70-$2 per meal). And those are mostly organic/natural products. Rock!

So, staying on this healthy, inexpensive eating kick will also save me money. Woot! And so I plan on saving for a boat trip in late March/early April that my friend Arlo invited me on. Here are some pictures of me from the last boat trip:
That’s me with the red gloves and the excited “Woooooo!” face. Super excited for this trip!

Well, back to packing up/taking my bed apart/dancing.


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So, I have been packing a lot the last two days. It started with the advent of selling a couple furniture items. Without stuff to hold my stuff, I decided to start boxing the stuff in preparation for storage.

Here are some pictures of the chaos of the living room:
Chaos 1
AND my bedroom:
Chaos 2

So after so much busy busy packing/making chaos, one feels the need to take a break. What happens to be more stress relieving than doing crack cocaine? Yup. Dancing.

Just so you know. You know, for the next time you are packing and need a break. Don’t go to the bar. Don’t eat dinner at a friend’s house. Don’t go to work. Dance. Dance in your living room. What’s that lame saying: “Dance like no one’s watching?” Well, I say, “Dance like everyone’s watching and you just don’t give a f@#$!”

Today was a good day. I feel…spunky. Let me tell you why.

Background: When I first saw that REI had cut me down to 8 hours, I thought “you’ve got to be kidding me?” So, I wrote that on the schedule: “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Right next to my name. Anyone who knows me knows I speak my mind. BUT, when my coworkers asked me how I was coping, I did not berate the management. I know that they really had no choice. Headquarters mandated this scheduling crunch. However, you’ve got to be kidding me? I was having at least one panic attack a day. More like two or three a day. For eight or nine days. I woke up at least once a night. More like two or three times a night, worried sick over how I was going to support myself. Did they expect me to eat with 8 hours a week? With as hard as I work? As much as I contribute? As loyal as I am to that stupid co-op?

Do you know how sane–let alone friendly–someone is after crying two or three times a day and not having a single good night’s sleep for over a week?

So, back to the story. My manager pulled me into his office last night to berate me for writing that on the schedule. “What did you mean by that?” “Do you think that people who didn’t even get 8 hours would have interpreted that poorly?” “Being where you are now, knowing you are getting regular hours, would you go back and not have done that?” (Oh, and btw, by “regular,” he meant I was up to 20hrs that week–not even full time hours.)

Well, here are my answers. Respectively. “I meant, ‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’ ” “No. They would have seen that and agreed. You have got to be kidding. This schedule is ridiculous for every single person involved.” “No. I most certainly would not have done anything differently. You people did not even give us 24 hours notice before cutting out hours dramatically. Do you not know that we eat with this money? Do you not know that some of us have kids who we are medically insuring with this job? Do you not fully understand the panic that you caused, given that you have your secure, salaried job? If you cannot admit that you did wrong by not letting us know a week–shit, 4 days–before you cut the schedule, how can you ask me to go back and say I did wrong by writing 1…3…5…6, 6 words on the last page of the schedule where 5-10 people at most would see it?”

But what do I care about this crap job anyway? How can I be so loyal to a job that treats me like I am not worth what they pay me? Silly human conscious.

Well, in celebration to not caring sooner than later, I pack up my unnecessary worldly belongings and dance. And soooo, if you would like a dance partner and have some extra cash for a lesson in not giving a f@#$ about what others think, you let me know…

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Here is something that has been accumulating randomly, needlessly:
Wine bottles
That’s right. Wine bottles. This is an example of filling space just to fill space. I envision this happening one day:

In Tulum, Mexico; note the use of several Carlo Rosse bottles...

In Tulum, Mexico; note the use of several Carlo Rosse bottles...

But that day is not today. I do not own a house that I can do this to, yet. I guess I could make an inlay of a table or something rad like that…but that will not happen today either.

So, why collect them? In some vain attempt to comfort myself about not owning a place–not being successful enough to own my own space? To simulate what my life would be like if I had my own place that I could corrupt in my own fashion? Probably a combination of both. The drinking of wine and saving the now empty vessel is as close as I come these days to that space, to that successful career… Besides, if I did own a place, this would probably be just another one of my grand project ideas that I halfway start only to leave it by the wayside before completion. How…depressing.

But why do people accumulate useless things like wine bottles? What is missing from their lives that requires such a useless, space-occupying object to collect dust in their homes? What is missing from my life that I needed to accumulate wine bottles?

My mom has a giant, glass case at home (sorry no pictures). In this case, many fascinating items rest. Also, many useless items rest there. She has a giant (and I meant giant) case full (and I mean full) of useless trinkets, some of which aren’t interesting or even pleasant to look at…sorry, Mom. Why, pray tell, do we have these giant cases of useless stuff?

An age-old question that will continue to age as far as I am concerned. I am just thinking out loud–not answering my own questions. Then I would truly be going crazy…

Oh well. Nine days until I start couch surfing… If anyone needs help building a wall of wine bottles or needs help emptying bottles for such a wall, you let me know…

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What is on sale? Well, once in my not-too-distance past, I owned my own business as a romance enhancement specialist–also known as a sex toy distributor. I quit the biz in order to focus on my master’s thesis and graduate sooner than later, but I still have stock laying around. And so it is time to move the excess.

So, after doing the math, if I sell all of this stuff I have marked 60-90% off, then I would make ~$580. And not have to move it later. And not have to invest in new storage containers because this stuff:
SP Stuff
would not be in said containers any more… Do that math–that is $1400-$3800 worth of product I have “laying around,” wanting–nay needing–to be useful.

WAIT! I forgot the lingerie!!! Closet of Sexiness
Scratch that. We can add at least $70 to that figure. Yup. So, this will be a space-saving, money-making experience. And simple. Set a date and invite all my girl-friends–check. Make finger foods–check. Provide drinks–check. Show them the product–can do… I am really looking forward to this stuff-relief celebration party!

So, deciding to let go of some of my bigger stuff is a bit harder. Mostly because I am poor. Isn’t that a confusing thought. If I am poor, wouldn’t selling my stuff make me less poor?

Well, yes it would, my math-genius friend! But think of how much I would have to invest to get that stuff back if I ever rent my own space again. I am not talking about magnets:
meager magnets
I am talking about chairs:
And outdoor furniture and tables, and a dresser of drawers, and a shelf, and a headboard/entertainment center:

This is “stuff” but not cheap stuff. So, sure, I could sell it off for money, but what, pray tell, will I sit on/work on/put clothes in/put books on/display my meager entertainment collection on once I get a new place in 3 or 6 months?

Creative solution–I am going to let my friends “borrow” my furniture. Jennifer Marquette needs chairs. I have chairs. She can “have” my chairs until I stop couch surfing. That way, the stuff is providing the services they were made to provide! They will be useful. Oh, and I become a great friend because that is no money out of Jenn’s pocket to get chairs until at least the end of her lease… Robb Prescott said he needed a table or two…

However, I think I can still live without a shelf and a dresser and an entertainment center/headboard. And some of my tables. So, if you know anyone who needs any of these items, you let me know…

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Hello world!

I find it funny that the default title is “Hello world!”  Really? As if I have not seen the world before and banged my head against walls and felt the defeat of my life over and over (especially in these last eight months)…  Oh, now I see it and greet it loudly: Hello world!  I have started a blog and I am alive now!

Anyways, welcome to the world of Couch Surfing! These up-and-coming posts will revolve around all the preparations I am making in order to couch surf. What I am acquiring, and, more probably, what I am letting go of.  And probably through the lovely device I call Craigslist…

For example, I am selling my brand-spanking new bike rack.  I haven’t even used it once.  It is still in the box:

Bike Carrier still in the box...

I was so happy when I bought my new toy.  So happy.  But it comes down to one little thing: “Will I use it while I am couch surfing?” I think not.  I think not.  Will I ever get such a killer deal on a hitch-mount bike carrier? No. But I have to let go of this…this stuff.

Stuff! Uh. Even the word is ugly! Why have I accumulated so much ugly words!

Anyway, if anyone needs a hitch-mounted 4-bike carrier, you let me know…

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