Kind of like goodbye...

I spent most of today packing. Got most all of my clothes all packed up between two suitcases. Now I just have to go through the entirety of the rest of my personal belongings and figure out which ones I want to cram into my luggage, which are to be kept in cold storage i.e. the garage, and which will be sent off to some charity or other. Oh, and go to the DMV, and call my cell phone company, and pay some bills, and hang out with Cole, and Annie, and call Nina, and so on and so forth.

I went over to Nina's place, after a little confusion, and spent some time with her, my last visit before leaving. It's weird, knowing that I spent the entire summer with her until she and Andy hooked up and then so little afterwards. We were supposed to have a little heart to heart tonight, but it didn't really seem to happen quite like I thought it would. After we got back from grabbing a bite to eat Andy was sleepy and a bit cranky, and lo and behold, in the middle of watching The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, a fight erupted which could have easily been predicted. Apparently he's worried that she is seeing her ex behind his back, and a rather loud, emotional, and predictable shouting match ensued. He called her some things which no person innocent of those charges should ever be called, and I was kinda put in an awkward position sitting through that on the last night I will spend with her here in the states.

But, oh well. Such is to be expected in my life anymore.

After the spectacular turnout at my going away party, and the parties previous to that, and just about everything I do recently, I really didn't expect much. That's not to say I'm losing my already nearly nonexistent faith in humanity or anything, but, I've just started to become accustomed to being let down by people. I think I expect things to be the way they were when none of us had other things going on in our lives and we could all come together with little notice and little reason to share some alcohol, stories, cigarettes and saliva. I think I understand a little more why my parents don't have many friends, and certainly not parties. Nobody wants to leave their house after like 22. Ugh. Silly people and being comfortable. I've pretty much made it a life goal to never get comfortable with much anything.

Anyway, I'm outta here coming up in like 36 hours or so. I took some good pics around Nina's house before going up, and that was cool. She of course cried when I left. I cross my fingers for that girl, I really hope she gets her shit together and makes something more of herself than the girlfriend of a guy who makes her unhappy. Not to say that's where she is now, but, tonight, I'm starting to think she may be coming close once again. She asked me what she was going to do without me around.

I'd ask myself the same question, but I'm terribly afraid I already know the answer.