Arg. I wish Outlook didn’t automatically compensate for time zone shifts. When I change my clock from Central to Eastern Standard, it also changes all my appointment times to be an hour later. I’m sure there are some people in the world that appreciate that, but I know I don’t. If I set an appointment in the future, when I’m going to be in a different time zone, I set it for Priscilla Standard Time time. I don’t think “Well, it’s at 3 EST, but that would be 2 CST, so I’m going to set it for 2 now so that when I get to Philly, it’ll be right.”

*kicks Outlook for being yet another straw to deal with*

*sigh* Well, I’m back in Philly, waiting for my storage boxes to arrive so I can start unloading my stuff, and for Ko to arrive so that she can verify that my proposed room split is fair. Urgh, so far, my day has been one small disappointment after another. Apparently, when I checked out our future room last year, I went to the wrong room or floor or something, because this is not the room I squeed over. There are huge gouges in the carpet in the bedroom, making me wonder if the previous inhabitants kept a particularly rambunctious pet jaguar. Also, there’s a massive crack in the wall next to the front door, and the door itself is split vertically almost all the way down the side. Maintenance will be getting a call before the day is out, mark my words.

Also, apparently I didn’t screw the cap on a bottle all the way, and a sizeable region of my duffel became quite damp. Most of my stuff was fine — the towels absorbed the worst of it, but the case for my Buffy season 6 DVDs looks like it has been partially digested.

Oh well. At least my room looks better than Rebecca’s!

Am now most of the way done with packing. Because I have the self-control of a monk living in an abbey next door to a strip club, I have severely limited the number of books I’m taking, bringing along only books I haven’t finished yet. I suspect the absence of my literary comfort blankie will ache like a phantom limb, but I shall prevail!

Chungy came over so we could swap back DVDs we’d borrowed from each other, but ended up staying much longer than planned. Before she arrived, I was mostly sitting around being lazy, but her presence gave me a work ethic. We joked about Napoleon Dynamite and Veronica Mars and Firefly as she helped remind me to pack essential yet easy-to-forget stuff. As we waited for my mom to return home so we could all go to dinner together, I joked about Napoleon Dynamite’s brown prom suit, and how it looks laughably similar to Spike’s “Randy Giles” suit in “Tabula Rasa”. I started by showing her the clip, but then we ended up watching the rest of the episode. Chungy is now cursing my name, because it’s motivated her to want to start watching Buffy. Bwaha!

I leave for Philly tomorrow at an ungodly hour. Meh.

*laughs* My sister watched the first three discs of Firefly. She said she liked it, but she was annoyed by River, because in the trailer for Serenity she was all kung-fu and awesome, yet on the show “so far” she was just whiny and psycho. I wonder if all the trailer inductees feel this way. XD

I just got an email from a former Photography teacher, informing me that the trip she was planning to Sierra Gorda in Mexico had fallen through. My mom and I and several other photographers were going to all go together. While disappointing, this does mean that I’ll be spending my 21st birthday with my family, and keeping intact our perfect “entire family together for Thanksgiving and Christmas” record another year.

Listened to the Rent CD last night. Remembered that “Christmas Bells” will not be included in the movie. Am despondent and inconsolable.

Though slightly consoled upon hearing the news that In Style magazine has devoted several pages of its most recent issue to upcoming Sci-Fi movies, including Serenity and Inara’s pretty dress. I am so amused.