Archive for June, 2011

Sure. No, I’m fine.

Thursday, June 30th, 2011

Off to the last session with my head doctor. This should be painless.

UPDATE: Nope false wrong. Having the last appointment with a head doctor is like getting 150 band-aids ripped off at once. The worst part is that you’ve known about the great band-aid rip-off for months and then instead of ripping the band-aids off really fast like “tada that wasn’t so bad right?” the whole scene takes a breezy 50 minutes. Right?  Let me know if this post makes anyone uncomfortable. Not nearly as uncomfortable as the plane apocalypse one. That was a mistake.

UPDATE 2: Apparently these posts do make people uncomfortable. “You just have a lot of feelings right now,” Ma Sweet


Wednesday, June 29th, 2011

haha omg

This is Hard

Tuesday, June 28th, 2011

This feels familiar. Like that time my mom drove me to summer camp for the first time and I thought This is going to be epic but omg I am terrified mom can you just drop me off at the corner I’ll walk the rest thanks. Except instead of a station wagon I am taking a flying machine and instead of my mom dropping me off it’s going to be a cab driver. That’s the worst part. Moving solo is the worst. I’m really bad at decision making and when I pull out a book and have to decide if it goes to San Francisco or Chicago or an eager reader who shops at the Goodwill I struggle. Rinse and repeat. I have a plane ticket for 6am Friday morning. So. That’s pretty final. I wonder if my bike box will fit in the cab driver’s trunk?

I’m selling all of my bedroom furniture. I start my new job on Tuesday. Big things are happening. I hope this works.


Monday, June 27th, 2011

I got an apartment in SOMA in San Francisco and I’m moving on Friday. I’m in Philadelphia right now packing. Well, not right now. Right now I am making a list of all the flights I have taken since May. Here’s my list:

  1. Phi>Pitt
  2. Pitt>Chi
  3. Chi>Phi
  4. Phi>St.Louis
  5. St.Louis>Hou
  6. Hou>Austin
  7. El Paso>Austin
  8. Austin>Orlando
  9. Orlando>Phi
  10. Phi>Chi
  11. Chi>SF
  12. SF>Denver
  13. Denver>Phi
  14. Phi>Chi
  15. Chi>SF

Things are going really well

Thursday, June 23rd, 2011

Fact: Apartment subletter #1 just called and said, Bad news… my roommate (the decision maker) decided to go with someone else for the sublet but I think you’re cool wanna go out?

acsweet in 2 weeks: homeless with husbands? could be worse.


Wednesday, June 22nd, 2011

I should also mention people here are the nicest. Maybe the sub-letters do not want to play kissyface with me maybe they are just being nice. Like whenever I am walking and I get to a street all the cars stop and I’m like WHAT and they’re like we’re waiting for you to cross and and I’m like oh thanks and then yesterday i was waiting for a bus in Potrero Hill and a cab stopped and I said no thanks I’m waiting for the bus and he said where are you going and i told him SOMA and he said, it’s on my way, get in I won’t charge you and I was like oh, thanks. These things. it’s confusing. And what’s confusing is you get back to the east coast and you stand on the corner and a bus runs over the curb and the cabs run you over and nobody wants to play kissyface. I should talk to my head doctor about this maybe.

Wednesday, June 22nd, 2011

I’m in San Francisco. I’m staying with Dana and spending 90% of my time on Craiglist looking for apartments no more than 1 mile from a CalTrain station. This is hard. So far I have seen four. The first one was in Potrero Hill and it was an apt with three dudes who are never there and the place is spotless and they have a TV and wine glasses on display. I interviewed with the guy who would be subletting his place and it basically turned into a first date and when I was like, so tell me about the neighborhood and he he was like ya sure but tell me about you and I was like hahahahaha and winked and left. Hopefully I get it. Fingers crossed! The second apartment was being rented out by a hippie couple one dude with a long blonde ponytail who was eating porridge with his Vietnamese wife. Good location, my own bathroom, super cheap, and I said how long is the lease for and they said we like to rotate people every four months and I was like Oh that’s convenient for me and then I thought omg are they looking for a third roommate to play kissyface? Do they want to have sexytimes with me? And then I left. So far so good.

Yesterday I had lunch with Dana and then I went to the SFMOMA because I still have my student ID and it was wicked cheap and then I saw two more apartments and then I ate potatoes with Peter. Now I’m waiting to hear how many apartments I get. It’s all very terrifying exciting.

Here’s a photo of me with Dana. More here.
Lunch with Dana

I’m scared

Sunday, June 19th, 2011

I’m at the Chicago Midway Airplane Station waiting for my connection to SFO. I found myself one of the luxury seats with a side table and also plugs and it is facing the runway and I am staring as Southwest planes take off one after the other which I initially thought might assuage my feelings of terror by convincing my rational self that metal tubes magically float through the air like every 3 minutes but my neck still hurts from anxiety tension muscle spasms from earlier mid-flight turbulence. I am also blasting Bette Midler’s “You gotta have Friends” and am 55% tempted to unplug my headphones and pretend I don’t notice on the slight chance that all the other passengers are thinking the same thing and, on cure, jump into line, throw their jazz hands in the air, and give a proud chorus of cabaret knee kicks. That would distract me from 92% of my flight terrors for sure.

In other news. Photos are up from ma sweet’s graduation. Here’s a preview. More here.

Here we are


Sunday, June 19th, 2011

I’m at the Philadelphia airplane station to get on a one way flight to the San Francisco where I will stay with friendship Dana until I find an apartment and then I’ll fly back to the Philadelphia and move/ship the rest of my belongings out. It just took me five minutes to type that sentence on my roast phone. Photos from ma sweet’s graduation are up on the Flickr internet. Will update more feeelings later. The end.

Ps. Happy Father’s day Pa Sweet!

I’m packing

Wednesday, June 15th, 2011

I’m packing for California. I’m going to fly out to SF on Sunday and stay until I find an apartment. Then I’m going to fly back to Philly and ship all my things.

I found all of my old Moleskins. Like this one, dated Dec ‘06-June ‘08. An entry:

Shopping List:

  • Mayo
  • Fruit Preserves
  • Bread
  • Milk
  • Tuna
  • Bloomingdales

Glad I had my priority straight.

Also, I found my neon fanny pack from Aruba. Do I throw it away? Or do I put it in the “send to SF when I find an apartment with hooks/shelving for fanny packs” box?

UPDATE: More entries from Moleskin:

A recorded dialogue between acsweet and sarahsweeter:

acsweet: “Ugh. I wish my life was a movie. It’d be so much easier.”

sarahsweeter: “Ya, but then it’d be over in an hour and a half.”


sarahsweeter: “I hate you. get out of my sweatshirt.”