I hate packing

2 days left until I move out of my apartment, never to return. First is pre-DragonCon madness trying to finish costumes with friends, then DragonCon itself in all its splendor, then 2 days of Baltimore Comic Con (working) and then I join the Marvel Universe Live tour. Just in case anyone missed the big news, I will NOT be at New York Comic Con or Comikaze or any 2014 conventions after September. ok back to packing and crying 

My thought process while packing
  • me:ugh i hate packing
  • me:where the fuck is my suitcase?
  • me:is this gonna be big enough?
  • me:eh whatever i'll make it fit
  • me:oh this is cute i'll bring this
  • me:i forgot i owned this!
  • me:i just came up with the best idea for a textpost!
  • me:i've packed like 5 shirts, time for a break
  • me:tumblrtumblrtumblrtumblrtumblrtumblrtumblr
  • me:okay im actually gonna pack now
  • me:what's the weather like where im going?
  • me:is this too sumery?
  • me:how long am i gonna be there?
  • me:whatever just toss some shit in there
  • me:fuck i have to do laundry
  • me:where is that one shirt i saw three months ago...
  • me:damnit i need stuff to wear on the way there...
  • me:do i have enough clean underwear?
  • me:one pair of socks should be enough right?
  • me:now for books!
  • me:geeze i hope this doesn't weigh too much
  • me:aww damnit i forgot to pack this!
  • me:now i don't have enough room in my suitcase...
  • me:i'll just pack another one

So it looks like we are going to be selling our house. We’re under contract on one with a lot more space (Yay!) but there are still a lot of different things that have to work in our favor for us to be able to get. Thank goodness for contingencies. This week I’m busting my butt to pack up our house (the offer was accepted over the weekend) so that various people can come in starting next week to do their thing. We’re hoping to list it the weekend before the Super Bowl but it might be the weekend after. Tomorrow is filed with appts (inspections, painters, stager, handyman) and I work at the hospital this weekend. Throw in trying to pack with a toddler and I think I’m going to be totally used to the no sleep thing when the baby comes.

you know what?

Now I really want to write about how the entire practice of language education is failing students with mental illness, particularly anxiety

And I want to discuss how language teachers encourage stereotyping and even appropriation in the name of “cultural lessons”

And I want to discuss how studying language and being autistic intersects for me to the point that I cannot discuss one in depth without the other

I just want to talk about how the accepted methods of teaching a language are actually quite awful

You know what I don’t get? Why people seem to hate pants so much. Everyone’s always like “pants are evil!” and “as soon as I get home I just want to take off my pants” but you know what, I love pants. Pants are great. I sleep in my jeans sometimes and it’s perfectly comfortable. 

I love you pants, keep doing what you’re doing.