i'm embarrassed to say this mound is one of many. ruj, i'm packing it away just for you!
i can only justify the above image because i haven't grown a ton since i was about fourteen. When you have pants from freshmen year of high school, they become these emotional artifacts. Anyway, i've started the daunting process of packing up all of my belongings for the move back home. That's right, i'll be eating my pride and residing in lovely WI for the month of September. Visitors welcome!!!
A favourite friend of mine and i were waxing late-nite about the laborious task of moving/packing. i'm starting NOW because i know i would undoubtedly end up curled up in the fetal position in a corner of my room with pangs of anxiety twenty-four hours before said move out date otherwise. Packing focuses you on how much shit one person can truly accumulate. It's kind of disgusting. i am making a concerted effort to weed out as much as possible. But it's no easy feat. i'm quite easily distracted and find myself sitting down in a nest of old jeans and reading an old journal for two hours. Not only does this waste precious time, it makes me question who the hell i thought i was cerca 2004. Hrmf.
Today is Critical Mass. For those of you who are unfamiliar, it's a massive bike ride every last Friday which is supposed to highlight the alternative ways to transport yourself throughout the city. Less cars on the road=less traffic=less angry people. Also, less gas and less money. Should make for a much happier Chicago and is just another way of minimizing. It's a great way to meet people too. And not just bike-jerk hipsters either. There's really quite a variety of folk that come out. At times it resembles a veritable circus on wheels. It's something that i will definitely miss about this city.
[sigh]
Back to boxing...
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