pretty uneventful weekend, compared to the last few. sister was in town so we partied on friday night. saturday morning, i woke up with a headache, but (being the trooper that i am) trekked out to central park for our weekly 5-hour volleyball session. *sigh* so fulfilling to play all day like that. afterward, sister, atina, fatima and i went to dinner at this really yummy chinese/spanish restaurant. chinese waiters speaking spanish. very interesting.

on sunday, our beach trip was cancelled so i took advantage of the time at home to get more packing done. i've been selling my furniture on craig's list and this one guy said he was interested in buying my bed. i tell him to come by and pick it up at 3pm. he doesn't get to my place until 5pm, when i was supposed to meet a friend for an early dinner at 4:30pm.

by this point, i'm already pissed. he clearly did not know how to navigate through nyc traffic, and i blatantly voiced my frustration with him. "just hurry up and get here already, i was supposed to be somewhere an hour ago." he finally gets to my apt and sees my bed (which i spent an hour taking apart). he says "oh, its a single." i say "uh yea. the ad clearly stated that. do you not want it anymore?" he says, "i'm sorry, no." i say, "okay, you completely wasted my time. just leave. now." he walked out the door, which i slammed on him, and i said "fuckin asshole" as loud as i could, knowing full well that he could hear me. bastard, i swear. i hate stupid people.

on another note, i've sold just about everything else i needed to sell, sent tons of my stuff home with various visitors (thanks guys), and have 2 boxes almost packed and ready to be shipped. i dread moving home. its like a dark shadow of uncertainty looming in the distance that keeps getting closer and closer. i hate not knowing what's going to happen. i know i have to be optimistic and i have to keep my whining to a minimum once i get back or else everyone will kill me, but still. am i gonna be able to handle this?