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So here it is, the last weekend in March. Tomorrow I start the last quarter at school -- I haven't bought my books yet, but then I never do until the first class is over anyway -- usually because I don't have my financial aid yet. Good to know some things haven't changed. :)

Speaking of my last quarter, for anyone who's interested, my graduation is the weekend of June 12th. I'm going to have a party of some variety or other, followed by a trip to Tavern Law because I want to go, dang it. More information will be forthcoming as we get closer. Also, on June 14th I'll be moving everything out of my house and into a trailer. Odds are I will be needing, nay begging, for assistance in this. Save the date, folks. :)

In other news, I've gotten a crate for Rosie and we've started trying to get her used to it. This has been met with various degrees of resistance. I'm trying not to push her too hard, as I don't want her to feel pressured, but I do want her to get the idea that it's her space. I put her bed in it last night and she was not entirely happy about it, as her bed was Not Available when she was ready to go to sleep, and she ended up just sleeping on the floor after going back and forth between my room and the living room a few times. I considered taking it out, but I really want her to have some motivation to use the crate and think it's okay.

I've moved her food bowl into my room, next to the crate, which she seems to have accepted. I've used bits of cheese and put them inside her crate, a few inches inside each time. She won't even acknowledge them while I'm in front of her, but she'll take them when I'm out of the room. I guess this is progress, yes?

In other other news, I went to go see The Wolfman yesterday with my friend Trey. It was pretty cool. I flinched -- a lot -- but it didn't really hit any of my "I can't handle this" triggers, which I'd been afraid it might. Of course, I did take a break during his time in the asylum. Like with a lot of del Toro's films, I find myself thinking about it a lot after the fact. There were miskeys during it, things that just didn't gel on screen -- plot issues and characterization that seemed to move too fast or not at all, and I'm not sure that Benecio made a good pairing with Emily Blunt. The romance was one of those things that it seemed one just had to accept rather than being convinced of it. It was far from perfect, and while I appreciated the nods to the original, I think in a number of ways it would have been better to update the story conventions a bit. The plot was a bit thin on the ground, and while that's not inappropriate for a monster movie, I expect a bit more these days. That said, the acting was really good and Hugo Weaving really sold the picture to me. I'd love to see a movie about that character alone. I would see it again, definitely.

Today I get to go knit for a while with Misty and some new potential friends, and then I'm coming back and working on the house more. I'm going to try to finish my room, culminating with finally getting all the clothing and such I need to donate out of my house and off to a donation place -- Goodwill or Value Village or something. If I can get an initial purge and cleaning pass done, then it'll free me up to move onto the living room and other areas over the next few days. I have to get done soon because I've got Norwescon this coming weekend, where I'll be on a few different panels, and I can't count on having cleaning time then.

Okay, time to get moving.

Moving and packing and cleaning, oh my...

I packed my first box today. Fittingly, perhaps, it holds mostly photographs, framed and boxed and loose. The better part of my past, tied up in one little bundle and taped and labeled and ready to ship off somewhere else. I also bagged up most of currently marked donations for Goodwill, which I'll run over later today, and found the yarn and book and such for a project I'd bought a year and a half ago -- go me.

All of this brings home the following: I hate moving. I hate packing. I hate goodbyes. I hate the anxiety that goes along with having to dismantle my life into movable pieces and put it in boxes and hope it all comes out on the other end. This time is better than most because I've got someone on the other end who tells me that I won't be allowed to fall into any random waiting abyss that might be there, but I still can't see the shape of what life will be on the other side of everything. Even when it's a net positive, like getting rid of things I don't need and recovering things I'd thought lost, it stresses me out.

My blood pressure's up today, which is what told me this was bothering me more than it should. My lips are bright and my face is a little flushed, and if I were engaged more pleasantly I wouldn't worry about it, but given that I'm just cleaning and moving, I'm kind of annoyed. I forgot to take my BP meds this morning so I'll be doing that here in a second, and that'll help somewhat. I'm just... frazzled and unhappy and wish there were a way to make this feel better over the next two and a half months or so. Stupid moving. Argh.