me and moving are not friends. i seriously HATE moving. i hate packing... unpacking doesn't bother me so much. most people [i think] are the complete opposite. they like packing because it means they are going someplace "new". my mom is like this. she thinks i'm crazy that i don't like packing. i don't think she realizes that it's most likely because most of the time when i have to move it's not been a warning... i just get things jerked out from under me[this also probably explains why i hate change so much... but that's a whole other day of discusiion]. so me packing right now is not going well... partly because i really need to pack AND study. i have a test in counseling tomorrow that is going S-U-C-K! i haven't started studying ro it either, and it's in 12 hours. yikes!
i get to see my grandparents tomorrow cause i have to drive to meet them and my mom to give them some of the crap i have in my room. i am SO excited. i know it's time to spend some quality time with the fam when i get emotional thinking about it. cause i am not an emotional person...
mom and flyboy got in a fight. she even told me they both are acting like children. it bothers me, but i kind of called it... which is horrible. i know. he's just acting like an idiot because of all of mine and mom's stuff. he doesn't understand things passed down in the family. i just wish he would try. you would think my mom would learn that men who have been bachelor's practically their whole life are not really great husband candidates. oh well...
on another note... he won't be home this weekend when i'm home. AND he won't be home over memorial day [i don't think]. i am SO pumped about that too. judge all you want for me feeling that way, but dude... if you only knew.
it's been hard to concentrate ever since i found out one of my best friends is moving back. we're going to move into my old house when i graduate. i am so excited. i seriously can't sleep cause when i go to bed all i can think of is how i'm going to decorate, and all the fun of it. i know living on my own will be hard, but right now... man am i ready.
HOKAY! i MUST study for the final from hell tomorrow.
[did i mention i made a "C" in theology? i almost cried. seriously. not to mention i made a "B" on my theology paper... that is after i gave him another copy. the man lost it! if he wasn't such an amazing prof i would have been ticked. instead i think it worked in my favor that he lost it cause he knew i'd turned it in on time. haha]
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