Too Much Stuff

I suppose I'm a bit prone to overexaggeration lately, at least in the case of my new pad. Rather, I'm a terrible judge of size, because thankfully it's not as small as I suspected...which is easier to see with the lack of someone else's stuff in it.

I started moving my stuff into it the other day. I have the small size of bed--a twin? A full? I don't know, but it looks pretty small in that room. My dad says the room is larger than my room right now; I think it's about the same. But I'm not bringing half the stuff I have now there. It should be interesting. I'm pretty sure I'll fall out of it at least once, used to a Queen as I am. My dad helped me move all of my heavy things down there yesterday. I'm still deciding what to bring and what to leave behind.

And so I've spent the last two days packing. I get easily distracted, but I did have League yesterday, and I have a gathering of sorts tonight, so I haven't wasted my days completely... While attempting to pack I've found myself trying to organize things--like all of my pictures and papers, and getting rid of a lot of stuff I don't know why I kept all these years, and I'm farther than ever on my pinata--which I feel needs to be done before I move due to a lack of resources once I move (FYI: I've been using a 15 page paper I wrote on the planets, in the ninth grade, to paper mache this thing--which is an excellent example of something I never got around to getting rid of that should have gone long ago). Not to mention I've accomplished all of this while listening to some stellar music. So basically I feel I've accomplished a lot, but my room looks pretty much the hurricane it has been since I started the moving process. And I'm on my fifth Mountain Dew for today. Bad news.

That said, I can't believe it's 4 in the afternoon already, and a Friday at that. Man the week has flown. And not in a good way.