<img src=http://www.ozweegoville.com/Photo_Gallery/Photos/TripHome/CIMG2080.jpg align=left width=75>So, I said I’d post more when I had the chance, and I suppose that now’s the best chance I’ll have for a while.
I"m taking a break from packing. /ugh.
It wouldn’t be so bad, but my roommate decided he would just take the stuff that he wanted that was his, and leave the rest of his shit here. "OH, you can just throw it away". Fuck me. That’ll take an entire day.
Whatever.
Luckily I’ve got an entire week ahead of me to logically plan things out, and make sure I get everything squared away properly. I’m really looking forward to this move, but it’s hitting me, and hitting me hard. I’m not sure if I like living alone. Even now, although the house is full of people’s belongings, it still feels like others live here. My own place, will be … my own place.
Scary eh?
I had every intent on writing about my vacation but I"m so tired, and I’m so frustrated that I think i’m going to curl up and go to bed.
I can’t get this song out of my head. It’s so great. So true.
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