Decisions, decisions.

I'm up really late. But I have an excuse, because I was organizing things in my room, towards the effort of getting James' stuff integrated into the living space. He's pretty miffed at the idea of much of his belongings being out in the living room, but with the current furniture and room space that I have in here, there aren't many other places for me to put his things. Hopefully next month we can get some furniture that is more space-efficient and, well, nicer-looking. We got some pretty old stuff with the place originally!

And then, there is the conundrum of the Alaska trip. Right now it looks like I'm choosing not to go, but I've been flip-flopping on the idea all day. On the one hand, there are some very good reasons for me not to go: missing two weeks of work, missing the first week of my summer course, potentially losing my spot in the course completely, not really being able to afford the trip in the first place, etc.

It's pretty impractical, on the whole, because with all the missed hours I'd have pretty much nothing left for the month after paying the bills, and if anything bad should happen with my class, then I'd be screwed out of a necessary prerequisite for fall too.

But on the other hand, it would be probably the biggest road trip I've ever been on for the sole purpose of going. I'd be going to a place that I've never been to before, and don't really know much about. I mean, I've done a lot of driving trips with the 'rents, but they were either to visit relatives, or they were largely because of moving because of my dad's job. It wasn't really anything like this would be.

And my friends who are going also insist that I shouldn't bail out just because I don't have the money. And David also did a very cool thing yesterday, and offered to go to my class on the first day and talk to the prof (whom I've been trying to get in touch with for the past two weeks, with no reply) on my behalf.

And there's also the thought of being completely alone in the house for two weeks, which tends to turn me into a pumpkin. Hermit life is welcome in small doses, but it's generally not the life for me. And the last time I went two weeks without James was almost a year ago, so that will be a real system shock.

I guess it comes down to: would the coolness of the adventure be worth weathering all the strife that would erupt upon my return? Emotionally, I really want to go. But my logical side says it's a really bad idea.

Sigh. Any suggestions?

Sleepless night

I can't sleep. And I think I hear a bird tweeting outside too. Damnit. -_-;

It's times like this when I really notice that Amer is gone. Whenever I was awake at some insane hour, he'd be up too. If, by some unlikely twist of fate, you're actually reading this, Amer, I hope you're having fun with all them crazy Europeans. :D

I think I'm gonna make the following a Scribble entry later, but stupid Scribble isn't responding right now, so I guess that'll come later.

Amendment: Scribble is finally up, so I put it up there. Click to read.

Oh yeah

Exciting prospect for the near future: going clothes shopping with James and Cory! :D Dressing other people, especially boys who claim to have no fashion sense whatsoever, is MUCH fun, because they'll often leave the fate of their purchases completely in your hands. Muahaha! I was literally waving my arms about and bouncing around at the prospect of it.

Oh yeah, and I got so riled about Alaska that I forgot to mention today's events. James and I spent most of the day lounging around, and doing some picking up around the house. James, Dan, and I went to recycle all the cans. We had to go to two different stores, and we got almost $35 total. Nikki had us over at her new place (in our building, of course! ^_-) for pizza and a movie too, which was cool. Her mom and her brother seemed nice. Later on, Cory and Alicia came back from wherever they ran off to, and I watched Reality Bites with them.

I think I'm going to try to sleep again. G'night.

Blah.

So I'm kind of starting to dread people actually leaving. James doesn't really want to take his car because he doesn't have money for gas, but it would seem that everyone else is insisting upon it. And that also sucks because I'll be stuck without a car for two weeks, which rules out any weekend trips to Portland or anything like that. And I'll have to carry groceries home on my bike, which has resulted in disaster more than once. And I'm just generally not enjoying the prospect of not being mobile.

I guess it's most disconcerting because one of my favorite things to do when I'm alone and thinking too much is drive. Speeding down the open road, turning up the radio, breeze coming in through an open window, not having to think about anything except keeping the car from hitting things... it's all very cathartic for me. And I won't have that.

One of the good things about this trip: the house is being cleaned. Or at least, to some extent. Trash is going out, James is tackling the mountain of dishes right now, and he plans to tackle the mountain of laundry later today. And, well, nobody's cleaning the bathroom, but I'm always the one who does it anyway, so no big loss there. I'm definitely vacuuming, and possibly shampooing the carpet while everyone's gone.

I think I've about had my fill of HMM2. It's getting to the point of frustration, and that's bad. I'm thinking about turning my eye back to Starcraft, or maybe Black and White. And I have cosplay outfits to work on too, although James won't be here, so I gotta take his measurements before he leaves if I'm going to work on the Kero-chan suit. And, there's always re-vamps and such on the websites, something that never goes out of style. I can entertain myself pretty well when I have to. I just prefer not to do *everything* alone.

Anyhoo, back to doing whatever I'm doing.