being handy is not the be-all and end-all of butchness, okay? aka procraaaastination.

[starfrosting]

I was just remembering how Michelle O'Brien has these awesome bookshelves that she built herself. I wish I could build shit, because I have way too many books and it's not like I can just take some of the surplus up to school with me (in part because when I have books I'd rather read instead of assigned readings, fucken right I read the books that I want to.) Of course I cannot build things, well at least not in that very concrete sense. Once I helped Cristina assemble a very little bookshelf and I seriously think that's what fucked us for the butch-femme dynamic. I'm joking but seriously. Hm. I'm almost done packing, I guess. I need some undershirts. My room here is a mess, which is surprising cos I thought once I got packed the amount of clutter would significantly decrease. Nope. Well, here ends procrastination post #2; I'm gonna finish packing and it's gonna feel so good, and then I will stretch and hopefully eat some ice cream and then I will enjoy the company of my mom and my cat because that is exactly how cool my last day at home is. In other words, just right.

ps- Ooh and oh I get to see my girl tomorrow! I think she will be wearing knee-high boots when I pick her up which is extra exciting and she will probably make me carry her bags and I am so excited, I haven't seen Cristina in 3 months.