My Mind Is All...Bleeeargh

Our weekend in Seattle worked out quite well after all. We got into a hostel two hours before we left the house (and got a $3 discount for one night!) so no crashing or staying awake all night was necessary. We successfully avoided A's ex-bf despite the fact that we went to his favourite sushi restaurant and were 17 blocks away from his house - my powers as Queen of Freak Coincidences were not in gear, I suppose.

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One of my favourite Freak Coincidence stories is this:

Annia was visiting me for a couple days last summer and we ventured off to Chapters for a HP6 release par-tay before seeing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory at the local movie theater. Things at the bookstore ran late or the bus was running late or something, but we stood impatiently at the bus stop because we knew we couldn't miss Johnny Depp in all his weirdo goodness. We waited and waited, and the bus didn't come. I suggested hitch-hiking to the mall, it was only a few kilometers north after all. She said, "What! Are you crazy? No." So we waited. I said it again. "No." We waited some more. And then I said, That's it. If the bus isn't here at the next red light, I'm asking for a ride. "Fine."

The light turned red and the bus still wasn't there, so I chose a car with a male and female in it and hopped off the sidewalk. Excuse me, hi! Uhm, I know this may sound really strange, but my friend and I need a ride to the mall - are you guys headed that way? It's just that the bus is late and our movie is going to start in five minutes and I was wondering if you could give us a lift? Please? Silence. Weird looks. Okaaay, sorry, I didn't mean to weird you out, we just need a ride. I'm going to stand back over there now. Annia may have laughed at me at this point, BUT, the girl called me back. And offered us a ride.

We jumped right in, I lathered thanks on them and thus began the Freakiness:

They were students, the girl from the University down the street from me and the boy (her boyfriend) was visiting for the weekend, from UoG.
Annia goes to UoG. Same school, that's cool.
She tells him that she studies LA (Landscape Architecture - isn't she neat?)
Oh no way, so does his roommate.
No way indeed.
After hearing his roommate's name, Annia's reaction was something like this: OMG! I know him! I was just at a party at his house a few weeks ago! Do you live together? Have I already met you?? OMG!!!
Me and the girl: Jaws hanging open.
So it turned out that of all the cars in the world, we got into one where the driver and one of the hitch-hikers have partied together because she knows his roommate.

See what I mean? It's almost freakier that we didn't run into her ex.

For snippets of other freaky coincidental stories, see here.
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And, oh yes. Guess who I met? Moonshine! Well, that's what I call her, and I think I only do that because she calls me Shunshine and she needed a nickname too. Annia and I are big on meeting blog-friends in person when we travel. When we went to Boston, we met one of her LJ peeps who turned out to be a sweetheart. Moonshine was too - she put up with our weirdness, a craptacular Mexican restaurant, an accidental wet t-shirt contest that I started (see: Annia knocking over a FULL glass of water onto me), treated us to lunch AND drove us to the library. She's nice, she's funny AND she's a fancy-schmancy Producer! Does she rock or what?

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So. I'm home I'm home I'm home. Yes, I am home, but I'm feeling entirely anti-social right now, so I don't see how that information is going to be helpful to very many of you in the immediate future.* The want to crawl into bed and just stay there despite the absolute beautiful weather outside is caused by the giant list of THINGS TO DO sitting in my brain because OMG there are so many things to do. Nothing in my room has budged since mid-June, and when I walked in last night I was reminded of the terrifying chaos I was living in until I left it all behind. Only to return to it, of course.

I managed to ravenously eat a late dinner, take a dangerously long shower, give my dad his birthday present of fresh seafood from Seattle (as fresh as it could be after nearly 36 hours in a box) and open my stack of mail before finally falling asleep at about 2am to DCFC playing in the background. My body is still on West Coast time as I didn't wake up until 11am (only then because the phone was ringing off the hook all morning - people, I said, Leave me alooooonnne!). And, it's clearly 2am right now.

The aforementioned stack of mail (bills, investment statements, junk, PAYCHEQUES, and a Hostelling International membership!) are tossed onto the floor along with my unpacked luggage, piles of clothes, and $145 worth of wooden stamps and cutesy, but completely frivolous, HELLO tags I bought at an artsy paper store last week. I've only done about a third of the laundry that needs to be done, I haven't uploaded a single photo and I'm nowhere near getting my life back in order yet. I've gone back to eating junk (see: the chocolate-peanut-butter glutinous rice confection and ice-cream sandwich I just ate at 1:30am), and writing reminder notes on the back of my hand.

There are cheques to deposit (thank the lordy - I just spent seven weeks spending and not earning), investments to make, tuition to pay, and a class schedule to organize (along with begging the DE office to let me register despite missing the deadline)! A lappy-top with neurotic specifications to buy!** And possibly an iPod too. I need to put things away, wash my clothes, find a place to live (talk about STRESS) and a job near campus; there's shape that needs getting back into, people that need to be talked to/seen, planes to be jumped out of, road trips to be taken, friendships to maintain, a life in Spain that needs pulling together, supplies from my old job to return, photos to organize, stories to tell, oh my GAAAAHHH.

Don't you just hate it when you read blog entries that are full of whining and complaints or rants about how busy a person is? Yeah. Me too.

I miss being in Vay-Cay Mode.

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I have done a lot in the last seven weeks, but the one thing that I have not done at all is sleep naked. I don't have to miss it any longer.

Photos and stories will be shared soon. Before 2007.

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* When I'm in Anti-Social Mode I tend to get a bit snarky too, can you tell?

** Someone with lots of compu-knowledge, PLEASE tell me what to do about finding a portable notebook with a button mouse. I NEED a nubby mouse. NEED.
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