I'm ready, but not ready.

Well, the move is tomorrow. TOMORROW.

Here's where I am: As far as STUFF is concerned, it has either been 1. Taken over to the house, 2. Packed it into boxes for the movers to move, 3. Thrown away, 4. Given to Goodwill, or 5. Sold in the yard sale yesterday [which I made $134 in], so I am ready to move in that sense. As far as my SOUL is concerned, I am not ready at all to move. AT ALL. This house is where I have lived for six years. And. I just don't know... I'm not ready. It's funny to think that by this time tomorrow I won't live here anymore.

Today I went over to the new house to take over the last few things that the movers can't move and stuck around and hung up posters/pictures on my wall.

I've decided I'm really not ready to go back to school. I still have stuff to do, like drop my theatre minor, and add/drop a couple of classes. I severely hate all of this school stuff.

I'm angry at myself, because I missed work yesterday. =/.

Blah.

I don't have anything else to say.


Bye.

SAC.