The Return

Seventeen hours is a long time to spend in the car. Even driving in shifts, it was still pretty bad. But, I am home now and mostly unpacked. There are five boxes waiting for me in the corner, but I borrowed a movie to watch while I handle those.

The last few days have been extremely busy. On Thursday, the graduation ceremonies began and carried over into Friday. I personally didn't mind them very much, they seemed to go pretty quickly to me. My sister arrived on Thursday afternoon in a foul mood though. She is home from Santa Barbara for three weeks, after which she is returning to California to take summer classes. She apparently moved half her stuff into her summer apartment and brought the rest with her. Now, this is what led to her mood and what I do not understand. She had two suitcases, two backpacks, a computer and her purse with her. She had to drag all of this, by herself, to the airport. Then between planes, she had to "race" to her gate with all of it (sans suitcases, of course). Then, to make matters worse, one of her suitcases weighted 68 pounds, which was over the weight limit, so they charged her extra. They also apparently attempted to charge her extra for all the carryon bags, but she started crying and they let her go.

This was apparently "the worst experience of her life" or something like that. But, I don't understand why she needed all that crap. I understand the computer - she has managed to accumulate so many viruses that it requires a professional fix. Why 68 pounds of clothes though? She's only home for three weeks, she has access to a washing machine. What is the point of dragging home all of that stuff? I just don't get it. And I didn't apperciate her being crabby and rude to me all weekend. She deliberately did not help us pack the car - slept on my bed, chair and then talked on her cell phone for the entire move. Because "no one helped her move out." Surprise, surprise, no one helped me move six of the eight moves I've had to make. It's the downside of living far from home. But Mom flew out to help her move in, and I am cetain we will all travel out to see her graduate and help her move out. She's just a vindictive little bitch, who apparently has issues with moving pillows for other people.

Anyway, irritable little sister aside (she actually commented to my mother that this was "all about me" and that no one was paying any attention to her, go figure), it was a nice graduation. Dinner was wonderful, which almost all of the family in attendance. I got a lot of money, hopefully enough for me to live on for the next four years. Mom thinks it'll only last eighteen months, but I bet I can make do for longer.

I will probably be putting up graduation pictures shortly. The pictures I took won't be available for several weeks, because I have to have them developed, but my Dad and Jim took digital pictures that I can post.

Tomorrow will be mostly mundane things. I have to call the bank, schedule a dentist appointment, schedule a hair appointment, etc. etc. I need to sit down and figure out a summer racing schedule so that I can start the appropriate training. I also need to arrange to visit my future home and make sure transcripts and my MPN gets sent to Temple.

John is mocking me for not unpacking, so I had better get going.