A neighbor's car alarm is going off. Again.

No more "Ooooh [sympathetic sigh] she's not in right now. May I take a message?"
No more sitting alone eating my dinner.
No more anxiety of disturbing my roommates late at night, because now I know for sure that my sister can sleep through my occasional yelps and screams.
No more suddenly waking up early in the morning due to the dorm slamming.
No more BSB's "Shape of my heart" drift through the wall.
No more until January 8.

Yet here I welcome my parents' nagging for a long four weeks.

On early Sunday, my parents dragged both my sister and me all the way to Reno. Once we got there, we went to a coffee shop at Sundowner to have lunch. The waiter looked a bit disturbed when I only asked for a cup of soup and my sister only asked for a plate of fries. And even more disturbed when my parents only ordered one plate of steak and eggs. This cheap family! Nonetheless, I was maintaining the same habit of eating throughout the year. Very little...in concordance with my claim to pickiness. Then we went to see Nutcracker which turned out to be a local ballet school's production. It reminded me mostly of my own ballet instruction early in my years. Frusturation with my constant uncoordination made me quit in the fourth grade. Yet, I have always wanted to try those toe shoes. Doink doink!
My sister and I ludicrously spent $3 at the midway. Losing every single time although I was very close to winning. So much for the conditioning stimulus. I simply can't understand how anybody can get addicted to gambling.

For the first time ever, when I got home, I went to bed at 10:30 pm. The earliest bedtime since...since...I don't know when. Somehow a combination of Dimetapp and cough medicine dragged me down. It felt like my blood pressure was surging high...yet...it wasn't although I felt that my mom's anxiety and a result of that anxiety made me feel too...ugh.

My sis agreed to help me move out of my dorm (w/o my parents of course). I was able to use up two meals today. Probably about 12 left. She and I struggled bringing my computer down the two flights and all the way to the car. I know we concentrate on those trivial things. We tried to look buff, but nonetheless the opposite gender gave us the "you're weak cuz you're a girl" look. But then if we succumbed to that look, I'll probably give him both of the boxes and have him suffer it all by himself. :)
Oh and the computers were heavy. Well actually they were heavy in the boxes. By themselves they were surprisingly light. But I was afraid that I would trip (as I always do) and stuffed everything back into its original packaging with lots of foam support.
Afterwards, my sis drove me to the extension buildings down on University Avenue. Bleh, I tromped back out with a dissatisfied look on my face. A B+ in English!? Sucky. Then again, English was always my worst subject.
Then my sis got lost after that as we tried to go to the Residential Computing Office. Then she couldn't parallel park. I couldn't parallel park earlier in the day and had her do it. It was sorta sad to watch struggling while I was looking out the window at the office.

Sometimes you gotta wonder.

I got a big bad bruise on my knee when I banged it against the railing as i was carrying the monitor down from my dorm. Ouch.

Less than 24 hours when I will be in SFO. Must pack. Must not procrastinate...