I caught a glimpse, but its been forgotten

I woke up this morning and was having some financial anxiety which motivated me to finally list a bunch of stuff on Amazon.com for sale, including the five seasons of Buffy I own. I remember back when wearemany sold hers and mentioned it in passing in her LJ and I was horrified at the thought. I still sort of was horrified today, when literally within 5 hours, four of the five seasons were purchased and I am now committed to mailing them first thing on Tuesday. In honor of their passing, DYA and I watched two random favorite episodes from season four (Who Are You and New Moon Rising, for those who keep track of such things). I was thinking about how each season has a connection -- 3 was bought with a giftcard from my parents, 4 was bought as a birthday gift for me from limenal, 5 was bought as an xmas gift from dommeyourass, 6 was bought for myself after I survived the moving our apartment to Logan Square while DYA was out of town, and 7 was bought for myself after I survived chest surgery.

But now they will be out in the world, bringing joy to others rather than collecting dust on my shelves. Better to send things out with positive energy, I suppose. Plus, the cash is fairly decent and going towards Operation Writers Conference and July Rent. I also am selling my DVD of Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, an older favorite film of mine that I never really watch with any frequency. That mofo is all out of print and hard to find -- I sold it for $40, I just got the e-mail, which was way cheaper than the next highest bid ($55), but still twice as much as what I paid for it years ago. Maybe I should have held out for more money, but I'm not good at those games or skills at all. Which is why I think I've never even purchased or sold anything on ebay.

I want to purge more. Maybe I have other secret treasures that are collectors' items. Maybe that Poison's Greatest Hits CD will fetch me some gas money to get me to Indiana.

Also, DJing a sorority formal at a downtown hotel is much more hilarious in practice, and mostly just a job in reality. The only perk was that Bear Pride was happening in the lobby and the ridiculously helpful hotel staff. Once they would realize I was quasi-peer (a worker hired for an event who was carrying around all my heavy isht and not expecting anyone to do anything except maybe hold open a door, versus a guest of the hotel), they would relax and be genuinely warm, not just cooly polite, and go out of their way to help me.

Also, I don't care how drunk and young you are, please get it together enough to remember this: do not ask or beg the DJ for one more song, especially after he's politely said no several times and 2/3 of his equipment is packed up. Not even for $10. Actually, it got really uncomfortable how unrelenting they were, that for a moment I thought I might actually have to make a wave for some sort of security, and it wasn't until the guy said, "ten dollars and you can make out with her" and I made a disgusted face (because he offered his gf like property) and said, "I'd rather make out with you." That cut through the haze of liquor quick. And they perhaps said something disparaging under their absolut vodka breath while walking away, but I was so happy they walked away, I was grinning. Especially since I'm sure he perceived it as some sort of insult that I thought his girlfriend was so unattractive that I would rather make out with a man, he didn't even get that, hello, I'm gay. And he was sorta sexy and maybe I would have played one more song if he'd actually let me suck on his tongue for awhile.

Also, roadie-ing my own way is not the most fun and exhausting, but in someways, satisfyingly lonely too.