This is the thread where you wish Tep good luck

Good luck!

And remember...they can smell fear.

DB, Jess and anyone else who has expounded on them to me to thread!

A sure way to get them on your side, I would think.

(I am an empty douchebag today; completely useless.)

(Oddly, Lindsey once dated the guy who this very weekend is marrying one of my best friends. I wonder if I should bring this up. We didn't meet through these friends, but through my ex.)

Family-wise, I will focus on "my mother's family has been in New England for four hundred years and is mostly in banking."

Thank you for the luck-wishing. Today my Indian name is Runs At The Mouth.

Not all the people from eastern WA are that bad- there are a few people I know at my company who grew up out there, and I get along with them just fine. So maybe yr girlfriend's parents will be cool- you can always hope.

"So you're still in school?"
"Just when I thought I was out ... they pulled me back in."

"I'm not sure you're right for our daughter."
"If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can imagine."

My parents do the same thing to my boyfriend, N-skillz. I think they like him more than they like me.

"One ring to rule them all ... AND IN THE DARKNESS BIND THEM."

I have cats. I will talk about cats. Everyone loves cats and ninjas!

Walla Walla is a nice little town I hear (aside from being near the big penitentiary). Then, I've heard the Tri-cities area like Richland is just incredibly conservative and boring. Or is it the Pullman/Moscow area? or Clarkston/Lewiston?

Or "fucked with a man," that would raise questions.

No seriously, good luck, they'll love you.

We got along very well. Her mother hugged me, her father was very impressed with my GREs (... they came up. I wasn't being that guy.), and less than an hour after taking a photo of me and the girlfriend with an Indiana pennant, I found out that I got in.

(Apparently. The asst. director "has good news," so either I got in or she's really excited about Pepsi Vanilla hitting the market.)

Dude. Dig it. I'm moving to INDIANA. To a townhouse with on-site sauna and TENNIS COURT. In TWO WEEKS. I am NOT PACKED EVEN A LITTLE BIT. I am using CAPS LIKE ALLY. I have three writing assignments due before then.

I have a feeling I'm not gonna be around much till June.

I went to my second graduation in jeans and t-shirt, half my class did.

Well, except the actual moving part. I hate moving.

But dammit, yay you!

On the other hand, New Orleans is the only place that has ever felt like home: even when I was very young, like five years old, I complained about living in New Hampshire, and have at best tolerated the places I've lived since. I'd been feeling like I was ready for a little break, maybe, but this will be five years ... I'm very sad about it. Not depressed, not in my cups, and I won't resent Bloomington like a step-parent -- in fact, I think I'll like it. But it's like losing a good friend or a pet.

I was 21 when I moved here, and will turn 28 just after moving away. Those are important years, especially for me. I've written three novels here. Before New Orleans, I'd been paid a grand total of $12 for my writing; since then, I've paid the rent with it a couple times, licensed a roleplaying game complete with merchandise, written webcomics and plays and smut and sex advice and a book introduction, started painting, gained a tattoo, lost a gallbladder (pssst, your punchline is: where the fuck did you get the tattoo?). Some of that I'll take credit for. Some of it I couldn't or wouldn't have done elsewhere.

Then again, I'll be very-slightly-closer to a major league ballpark.

Sorry to bring the thread down, but I suppose it's my thread to bring down; this is the part where I pour myself a drink and give myself an hour to brood, cause after tomorrow there's just no time: I've got less than two weeks to pack six years into cardboard boxes, and about 12,000 words I need to write in the same time to make deadlines.