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Rar
Noelle left this morning. ;( And I of course cried again. Goddamn tear ducts. She freaking lives 25 minutes from my house. What the hell?
Oh, how I hate packing. Let me count the ways . . . AND, it is WAY more fun to hang things up than to take them down. Holy crap did I have a lot of stuff on my walls. And now that it's gone, the sense of space is all distorted. It seems so much bigger and more alien. But it had to be done. I am currently laughing over the idea of ALL THIS CRAP fitting into my car. It's just a hilarious notion. Luckily, my mommy called earlier and said that my step father could come up here and get some of it if I need him to. Hopefully, I won't, but it's good to have a backup. I still haven't gotten everything packed yet. There is piles of stuff under the bed that I am afraid of trying to get. Oooh, lord. And I've already listened to the commentary on like four episodes of Firefly while I was taking down the stuff on the walls all over the room. Rar. And, oh, do I loathe being here by myself. The janitor knocked in the door earlier, as I was drifting off to sleep ('cause I'm dumb and only slept for like 5 hours) and woke me up FOREVER because she didn't know I hadn't left. And I've had to explain more than twice that I'm FREAKING PLAYING AT GRADUATION OR I WOULD REALLY REALLY BE HOME ALREADY. Anyway, I'd better get back to packing, and laughing all the way.
Oh, how I hate packing. Let me count the ways . . . AND, it is WAY more fun to hang things up than to take them down. Holy crap did I have a lot of stuff on my walls. And now that it's gone, the sense of space is all distorted. It seems so much bigger and more alien. But it had to be done. I am currently laughing over the idea of ALL THIS CRAP fitting into my car. It's just a hilarious notion. Luckily, my mommy called earlier and said that my step father could come up here and get some of it if I need him to. Hopefully, I won't, but it's good to have a backup. I still haven't gotten everything packed yet. There is piles of stuff under the bed that I am afraid of trying to get. Oooh, lord. And I've already listened to the commentary on like four episodes of Firefly while I was taking down the stuff on the walls all over the room. Rar. And, oh, do I loathe being here by myself. The janitor knocked in the door earlier, as I was drifting off to sleep ('cause I'm dumb and only slept for like 5 hours) and woke me up FOREVER because she didn't know I hadn't left. And I've had to explain more than twice that I'm FREAKING PLAYING AT GRADUATION OR I WOULD REALLY REALLY BE HOME ALREADY. Anyway, I'd better get back to packing, and laughing all the way.