Everybody Wang Chung

A conspiracy exists that prevents people from downloading Wang Chung's Dance Hall Days from the internet.

This is only slightly less annoying than not being able to download one's own legally purchased music from one's Ipod to one's computer.

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After chopping off most of my hair (not quite Britney-level, but now I'm wishing I had!) and enjoying the cut for approximately one week, the 1 cm of growth has since destroyed the cut's shape and is making me appear as though I am a soccer mom.

I have tried a million different styling techniques and no matter what I do the hairs remain uncooperative. I do not look like someone from America's Next Top Model, which was my goal. Curses.

This will require a rescue haircut once I am a permanent resident of Waltham.

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The farewells are going well. I've seen nearly everyone who needs to be seen, and am now in party-planning mode. We will celebrate our departure on Friday night with a giant-empty-apartment dance party and roof gazing.

The work farewell lunch is on Thursday afternoon. It is going to be catered. This is not typical of the company, but for The Golden Boy, no extravagance is to be turned down!

There will most likely be a work happy hour function on Thursday night, where I will most likely make small talk about my departure with a cohort of people to whom I've never spoken.

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I am starting to dread the mass farewell on Friday. There will definitely be tears.

Missing people is a weird phenomenon that is highly unpredictable. You think you'll miss certain people, you think you won't miss others, but as the farewells approach, you realize you really have no idea who you're going to miss most.

I predict that there will be tears when I say goodbye to NR, E, and especially R, because there's something special there.

No, there was something special there and now it's gone, making it that much more sad.

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On Saturday night I had a dream about someone I miss from the past who I never consciously realize I miss. It was nice to see him, and when I woke up I was very shocked that the whole thing hadn't been real.

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The move was too smooth. I suspect that when we return to MA the apartment will have been robbed and all of our smoothly relocated possessions will be gone, or worse, thrashed around into non-organized piles.

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The apartment is huge.

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The apartment isn't much bigger than our current apartment, but for some reason it feels twice the size.

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Nobody wants to buy my microwave.

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Our new neighbor has a box that once stored a gun rack in our shared hallway. We will be very, very quiet in our new apartment.

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We met all of our neighbors within the first 30 minutes of moving in. It is the sort of situation where you can ask your neighbors to collect your mail for you when you are on vacation. It is also the sort of situation where your downstairs neighbor asks you, within five seconds of meeting you, how much your rent is. D said "Let's not get too close to C." I said "Let's not piss off D since he apparently has guns on the other side of our wall."

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There is akwardness because we were told that the shower/tub would have glass doors. It does not, which is not an issue except for the fact that there is not a shower curtain rod. This is not an issue except that they may not be finished with the apartment and we would like to know if we need to get a curtain rod or not, but we don't want to ask because there's no way to avoid sounding accusatory when saying "We were told that there would be glass doors in the shower and there are not and we were just wondering if there actually are going to be because we would like to know if we need to buy a rod."

I sort of think they're not finished, but I don't want to say anything because it might sound like "Hurry up!"

We were distressed this weekend as we would have liked to have bathed post move for obvious reasons. D tried to shower without a curtain which wasn't that good of an idea, but he didn't have much of a choice as he had an interview on Sunday afternoon.

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The counter space is bad. We will have to buy some sort of cart with chopping surface.

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The cabinet space is great, but because of shelf design there is not a single cabinet area high enough to house cereal, which is just not an option. Therefore we will have to buy some sort of extra cabinet thing, preferably combined with a chopping surface.

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We have a room that right now has nothing in it. I am going to get my first ever desk!

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Being at work is a formality. I have nothing to do. I've had nothing to do. My bench is organized, the files have been transferred, the personal belongings have all disappeared. I may shop tomorrow, or go to a museum, or just go home and nap for four hours.

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I am exhausted.

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Our NY apartment has nothing in it but an air mattress, bedside clock, stereo, TV, a few plates and bowls and glasses, and clothes. It's not an entirely minimalist lifestyle.

There is nothing more strange, though, than an apartment without a single surface upon which to sit.

You stand in the middle of the apartment, lingering, with nothing to do.

I had my cereal this morning in the window sill.

I generated the playlist for the party on the air mattress last night and messed up my back before I even tried to sleep.

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We talked too much last night since we hadn't really spend any time together all weekend.

There were apparently things to talk about.

We are both very excited.

We are both very exhausted today.

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I really wish I was in MA. This week is a waste of time. Well, not really. I will see friends and eat nice dinners and drink too much and fill holes and change addresses, but being in an empty apartment or at a job where there's nothing to do is ridiculous.

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I'm not sure what I'm going to do during my month off. I was thinking of travelling but now that we need so much furniture (and a rescue haircut, dammit!) I don't think I should be spending that sort of money.

So I'll be looking for a job and a piano and other furniture and writing a musical.

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I'll probably spend a lot of time with Mother. Hopefully she'll be all about housewarming and will make curtains or something.

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I'll probably spend a lot of time with Father since we'll both be unemployed.

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I should probably be looking for some sort of job now instead of blogging.

Until whenever...