Which is worse?

Moving to a new apartment or qualifiers?

Well judging by the move out of my much despised old apartment, I would say qualifiers were better. But not studying for qualifiers. That was just pure hell.

I have managed to move most of my furniture into my friend's apartment with the exception of the futon and the desk my dad made that holds the computer (as well as the computer itself). There are a few other things that were left (books, bikes, cleaning supplies, bass), as they are just too much hassle to deal with as far as getting out the way too small doorways and down the stairs. Did I mention the complex decided to repave the parking lot which in no way could hold as many cars as were driven by the people who lived there? So I have to park half a block away. Most of the moving has been done by parking illegally with my hazard lights on, and hoping to God a cop doesn't show up.

But around Friday morning, somewhere between getting new tires (four hours at a Honda dealer + Jared Diamond's "Collapse" = bearable), and getting a new phone plan where I can make cheaper calls to Mexico (woohoo!), I decided to head back to Tulsa for the weekend. I don't need to be completely done with everything (out of the apartment, returned cable equipment to the cable company, change address at a few other places) until the 31st, and apparently I'm not getting any news on the quals until my micro prof gets back in early June and actually grades them.
Of course I had to choose Memorial Day weekend to travel.
Ah yes... are we seeing a pattern here? Luckily, since the quals, I've just been too tired to care about the fact that my complete lack of planning sometimes frustrates me. Ah well.
I'm here until Monday morning (was going to be Monday night, but considering traffic getting out of Dallas, I figured I'd be better off getting in around 9 or 10 AM), and then I once again start the moving process.

My roommate just told me that he is thinking seriously of moving back to his hometown in May, so odds are I'll be doing this again, but at least I got a place that was close, good, and living with some one semi-responsible and clean (at least, to the amount that I am), before quals and didn't have to worry about it.

Really want to make the rounds and have dinner with the folks who live down in Dallas when I get back. Think I'm going to start with our good friend Torchness' family and see how they are holding since I last saw them in... jeez, December. I have been a little hermit (crab at some points too) these days haven't I?