Mind you, i'm only blogging because i'm getting real antsy about this final and because everyone is moving out. and although this should leave me unaffected....do i ever stay unaffected...about anything?
anyway,...this time it's about Tyler from the next suite over. i don't know him at all, and little does he know that i'm writing about him.
You know so much from the stuff a person moves out of their dorm, and they way they pack and the way they carry this to the destination. How they are when they move and how they react to small miniscule things. So first he brought out three guitar cases...which surprised me, because i didn't think he had three. His dad looks exactly like him too. kinda shy when he's walking alone, but real talkative if he's talking to a familiar face. then they moved clothes which weren't in any particular suitecase or box. they were just on coathangers set on the cart. Then came the books and notebooks and papers. and i notice he didn't have too many junk that doesn't belong anywhere. which also surprised me becuase my whole life consists of things that don't belong anywhere...hence my love for tins and boxes in general. and yet i still have assloads of stuff that don't really go anywhere if i think about it. they just float. it's not just me. it's probably the same with most other people. maybe it's genetic. i know sina has stuff that don't go anywhere.
On the way back from one of many trips to the car, the dad was complaining about the mom who is not present. she's at home, and calls every half hour to make sure they're on task and moving as quickly and efficiently as possible. So the dad was complaining about how much the mom whines and nags him. Tyler says, "C'mon, dad..she's your eternal life partner,..it can't be that bad." Dad just moaned and they moved on.

back to the old ball game. i suck at this game too.