FAQ:
Q. You've moved already, right?
A. No.
Q. But, I thought you-
A. Not until the 20th.
Q. So when are you done everything for this semester?
A. I'm not. I have a paper due in January, which I get to work on over my Christmas break, and then everything starts all over again. Life is wonderful like that right now.

Between this guide to freeing up hard disk space on OS X and the DeLocalizer and deleting music from Chris that I didn't like enough to keep, I got freed up over five gigabytes today. That's a good 12% of my laptop's total space. Woo. And now I won't have music that specifically reminds me of him coming up when I put iTunes on shuffle. A much-needed bonus in these days of crying.

In other purges today, I have been cleaning out clothes that I should have sent off to Goodwill a long time ago, and actually throwing out notes from former classes. Intro to Phonology? I never have to take Phonology again. Recycling bin! I don't know why I keep such things, I never go back and look things up anyways. Later this week I get to go through all my notes from both bible colleges and finally throw them out. No, Heather Ann. You will not need to look up what J.S. said about the history of the Reformation. Ever. Recycling bin! Intro to Syntax? Gone. Notes on Romans? Garbage. Should have happened years ago. I have also thrown out memorabilia from things like the weekend trip to Montreal last January. I haven't thrown out photos, partially because I don't actually know where they are. That's probably a good thing, but you know I'll find them within the next week, given that I'm packing everything I own.

I also donated several books to Kathy and/or the Tyndale library. The New Strong's Exhaustive Concordance is not something I need to lug to yet another apartment, nor is the full version of The Message, or The Case For Faith, or a billion books by Philip Yancey, or (heaven help us) Passion and Purity. Ack! Francis Schaeffer? Technically that book belongs to Gabe, but I'm sure he's forgotten by now, so it goes to Kathy. Henri Nouwen? I secretly stole that book from a nun, and now it belongs to Kathy. (True! I am a bad person.)

I stayed over at my new apartment last night. I didn't plan to, but I went over in the afternoon to make truffles with them (cinnamon, nutmeg [best], and Bailey's [least likely to freeze, ever]), and that turned into dinner, and that turned into going out for beer (yay!) with some of their friends (some of whom are male! egads!), and then crashing on the futon, and then breakfast. Strangely, everyone was up before 9 on a Saturday morning. Such things will change when I move in. I plan on reverting to my pattern of getting up at the crack of noon on weekends.

They really are lovely girls* and I'm excited to move in with them. They are silly and they will make cookies for me and there is a constant supply of tea and teasing, so it's all good. There is also the fact that the LCBO is but a two-minute walk away, so if I keep losing weight at this rate, I'm just going to have to take advantage of the caloric content of beer. It'll be rough, but sometimes you just have to make sacrifices like that.

*some of whom may be Christian and go to things like InterVarsity and Freedomize once in a while and have elaborate plans involving accountability to 7:30 a.m. devotions, but also drink beer and use 'fuck' rather liberally.