Yesterday, I did some long-overdue shopping for school. I couldn’t find any refills for my cool erasers, though. At Target, I broke my record for most money spent at one time. I stopped by the mall to see if Old Navy had any good jeans, because I only buy them when they’re on sale. I have such long legs, it’s hard to find pants that fit well. They didn’t have any in my size or any interesting washes, though. Then I went to Wal-Mart, where I found a really cute backpack. Why couldn’t that have been around last year? I was stuck with a much too large one for most of the year. I’d actually already bought a backpack in Target, but the Wal-Mart one was cuter and cheaper, so I doubled back to Target to return it.

After all that, I stopped by Popeye’s on my way home to get food for my family, since my mom only got her rental car this afternoon. They took forever, just like always. I wound up parking across from a car from Lindsay Lexus. I love seeing those license plate holders. Not, like, Lindsay Saturn. My name is front of the luxury cars. I almost made it home without incident. Mindy doesn’t have proper cupholders, so the large “small” fruit punch that went with Ryan’s food toppled over onto me. I was quite annoyed, to say the least.

Late last night, Greg, David, and I played Literati on Yahoo!Games. Greg was in the lead after a few rounds, but then I used all my letters to make the last word, so I won by 11 points. Greg was quite upset, especially since he thought he was going to win. And his word, which allowed me to make mine, was “brie”. He also had “immune” and “cranium”.

Today was the rugrats’ first day back to school. Last year, we either left at the same time, or I left last, so the alarm was always set with the motion sensors on. This morning, my mom conveniently forgot to remind the rugrats not to set the alarm, so I tripped it when I got up. I thought I could open the laundry room door (I don’t have to pass the sensors to get to that one), then run upstairs and disarm it before the delay ended, but apparently you only get the delay for the front door. I should see if that can be changed. What if I came back from UMD and randomly decided to use the green room (our name for the closed-in garage) door while the alarm was on?

So, after calling to double-check, I went to work. Mrs. Maus’s son stopped by, which was cool. I spent almost an hour listening to a conversation I couldn’t participate in, but still. I was worried, but my fears were unfounded. She didn’t even mention the “incident” last Friday. Tomorrow is my last day, so that I can run an errand at my former (!) high school on Wednesday. I move onto campus on Thursday, and I expect Jenny on Friday. Then, Greg and I are planning to go out Saturday night to celebrate my birthday. Monday will be my actual birthday and the start of classes, and my altered life will proceed from there.

When I left work today, I really had to go to the bathroom. Greg called me about ten steps out from the driveway. So, while walking and talking, I was dismayed to see a stray dog. It wasn’t an actual stray; it was Snoop, who belongs to my neighbors. My around-the-corner neighbor, Albert, was also there. So, all at once, I had to hang up the phone and shove it in my pocket, assure Mr. Albert that I knew where Snoop belonged, and lead Snoop back home. He’d broken his line very short, so I had to hold him by his collar. Walking stooped-over down a hill holding a dog’s collar is not fun, let me tell you. And he licked me — I hate being licked by dogs, I don’t care how clean their mouths allegedly are.

After returning Snoop to his owners, I finally got in the door. I noticed a tag from a florist, which was odd. We never get sent flowers. Having been licked, I was now desperate to pee and to wash my hands. But first, Mrs. Maus called. She didn’t say anything that couldn’t have waited until tomorrow. Then, the flower delivery guy showed up again. Augie sent my mom a gigantic flower arrangement and a fruit basket as “get well” gifts for her accident. My mom wasn’t hurt at all. And in typical Augie fashion, the flowers stood around two feet tall. I could barely see the delivery guy over the bouquet. So, I put the flowers and fruit on the table, and then I finally got to go to the bathroom. Quite an interesting fifteen minutes, that was.

I did some more packing after that, mostly my CD’s and DVD’s. I finally bagged two massive piles of paper. I kept tossing random college mail and old magazines (the ones I don’t save for clippings) into big piles in a corner of my room, but I finally got fed up with it. And I am on this huge cleaning spree. The less I leave, the less there is to come back to — and if my family stays out of my room, there shouldn’t even be dust. (Dust is made up mostly of dead skin cells — yucky, but true.) I think I’ll tackle my closet after work tomorrow. It’s so weird, seeing the section of my room that I’ve designated for things to take. My entire life brought down to specific possessions.

I am less stressed out than recently about my impending life change. Hmm. That makes it sound like I’m becoming a man — which I am definitely not. Considering that I still need laundry detergent, that is a very weird way for me to feel right now.

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