"You may as well not have a head, because I don't know who your face is." -Graham from TMB Radio Series Episode #1.

So. I'm all moved into the new house. On Monday, which was the day of the BIG move with the movers and everything, once everything was in my room, I spent like 8 hours working on making it somewhere that I want to be. I unpacked my books, hung about a million pictures, made my bed, put together my new night stand, etc. And, at this point, three days later, I am coming into this place. I am learning to like it. Well, my room at least. I don't really like to be anywhere else in the entire house. [There is my mother's wonderful tub...]

I am, this minute, sitting in Chelsea's new townhouse "helping" her unpack, which I fail miserably at, but I mean, it's not like she is doing much unpacking either.

So. Class. Class starts on Monday and I am NOT NOT NOT ready. AT ALL. Schedule is:
MWF: French 101-9am. Speech-10am. MW: Medival Lit-3:30pm. TTH: Intro to Literary Studies-9:30am. Western Literary Traditions-12:30pm. [ARGHHH. 9am on Monday. NO NO NO!] I'll live I guess.

Well, I'm going for now. I don't have much else to say.

Love love.

SAC.

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.