Saturday, 23 June 2012

Time Is Running Out

T and myself have only 6 days left before we move out of this awful student house to live just the two of us in a lovely little flat.

Only 6 days to pack our lives up.

Only 6 days to clean the place from top to bottom.


That’s a lot of work. And so I wonder, why did we spend the day moseying around town flashing cash we don’t really have? Why is T curled up in bed having a not-at-all-deserved afternoon nap? Why am I sat blogging with my feet resting on the very few boxes we have actually packed up? I don’t know the answer to these questions, but it’s probably something to do with laziness.
 (FYI, these “Lazypatch” duvet PJs look awesome!!)

Something unfortunate happens at the end of the academic year. You hand in your coursework, you finish your exams and then you realise – there is nothing you have to do. Nothing! Freedom is here. So you turn into this massive, lazy lump achieving nothing in life, living under the very incorrect impression that you’re perfectly entitled to doss around.

Apparently this isn’t true. There is some serious shit to be taking care of.

I have an image of us in 5 days, panicking to cover up hair dye stains (T’s fault) and blue tac marks (also T’s fault) and splattered orange stains (don’t ask) before our landlord arrives to check the place over.

It won’t be fun.

So every now and then I slip into my room and do a few minutes of sorting things out, mainly trying to decide what to throw away and what to keep. But I have a problem. I want to keep everything! I want to pack all of my old Converse that have holes in and so I never wear. I want to keep my array of super gay posters of Wonder Woman, Stonewall and Rosie the Riveter. I don’t want to throw away the horrendously large Rampant Rabbit that I bought on a whim and have no intention of using. And of course we need to hoard that heap of old issues of Diva that will never again see the light of day.

But I can’t keep all of these things. We’re being grown-ups now, moving into a nice little flat where we can become a fully merged, senior citizen-like lesbian couple. So I have to be brutal. I have to throw away all the old junk that my youthful dykey self has clutched onto.

Maybe I should get on with some packing…

Or maybe I should just climb into bed and nap…

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