Day 12- Bullet your day

Okay, it's July 23, 2011.

• At midnight I was throwing everything I wanted to pack into a pile on my bedroom floor in my parents' house. I had clothes folded neatly into vacuum bags...or at least, about 1/3 of the clothes that I needed to bring back.
• Started actually putting things into my backpack and suitcase
• Decided I was going to need a third bag, and started unearthing my old gym bag from its hiding place in the coat closet
• Dumped gluten-free food products into the gym bag. It's mostly cake mixes and granola and stuff.
• Commenced freakout that I had too much stuff
• Remembered that I hadn't finished eating dinner (microwave Thai noodles; I really had it together) because I was freaking out over fighting with my parents
• Freaked out a little more, and found more stuff to pack.
• Around 1 I finally finished eating
• Packed more, showered, and went to bed at like 2:15am
• My alarm went off at 6am. Snoozed.
• 6:05: out of bed (see, I'm getting better!) Packed laptop and charger, phone and charger, and continued squeezing stuff into my suitcase
• 6:20: got dressed and doused my bedhead in the shower
• 6:30 to 7: repacked suitcase so it would actually close; abandoned clothes hangers but not the textbook I want to sell back
• 7 to 7:30: ate breakfast and made powdered-sugar-coffee
• 7:30: OHSHITi'mleavingin15minutes: packed "lunch" and shoved all my other crap into my backpack. Got stuck wearing a hoodie despite 95-degree temperatures.
• 7:45: entered car
• 7:46: returned to house for water bottle
• 7:47: departed Melissa Ct. with Dad driving
• 8:10: arrived at SEPTA station
• 8:10-8:20: uncomfortable conversation with Dad about how it's okay to tell them about problems I'm having, too, and general attempts at reassuring me/encouraging me not to fuck up further
• 8:20: Andrea and her 4 bags board the train
• 8:22: realized that hoodie clashes with shorts.
• 8:25: the 8:22 train departs Doylestown
• On the train I finished compiling a list of Europe expenses so Steph and I can properly split the costs. Then I looked at my pictures and tried to write.  Made a little progress. Texted.
• 9:40: arrived at Market East train station in Philly with 4 bags. Successfully remembered to get the duffel off the luggage shelf.
• 9:50: found Greyhound station, 1/3 block from the SEPTA station. Discovered that yes, it is also really hot in Philly.
• 9:50-10:03: stood in line to pick up will-call tickets.
• 10:05-10:50: Sat on my suitcase, surrounded by other bags, in very dignified fashion. Watched people in the Philly Greyhound station: overwhelmingly unwashed.
• 10:50: friendly gay man with Spanish accent demonstrates how nice it is to be tall and friendly: he asked me where I was going and reported that the bus to Wilkes-Barre/Scranton was in fact boarding.
• 10:51: ran down the platform to the bus
• 10:55: got called a lady, as in "son, move out of the way so this lady can board"
• 11:00-2:00: sat on bus. Napped, wrote my thesis, facebooked, bummed around.
• 2pm: deposited with bags in Scranton bus station, which is sadly becoming a familiar locale.
• 2pm-3:20pm: wrote, stared into space, charged laptop, drank overpriced  starbucks coffee drink from vending machine
• 3:20pm: "hmm, I wonder if the bus is here"
• 3:23pm: boarding announcement. hauled crap to bus and got on.
• 4:15: bus stops at McDonalds in the middle of nowhere. Resisted urge to buy french fries.
• 6:35: bus finally arrives  in Syracuse. Fight down carsickness, walk around building, and see a very pretty girl--who waves and walks in my direction. Success.
• Arrive in Rochester, at some point
• Made coconut-ginger-mystery vegetable rice
• Went to a wine-racking party at my roommate's boyfriend's apartment and met cool people (oh, and got lost on RIT's campus)
• Drank wine
• Slept in my own bed with my girlfriend!