It's been a while, but I got a few minutes before I have to leave...

Life happens. Yeah, not shit, but life. And mine has been full of stuff that I've been trying to take care of and make sure it's all in order for this move. I was sidetracked for about 4 days from moving out with all the stuff that happened last weekend, but I think all that's out of my system, so to speak.

We sign our lease Monday. We move in Tuesday. I jump for joy Wednesday. Got it? Good.

Seriously though, I need to pack up a lot of stuff. I need to go to the pawn shop to sell some stuff. I need about $60 to be able to get everything I need. I'll have it by Monday night though. I need to figure out who all is coming over to the apartment this coming week. I've got about a dozen people who possibly could come by, not to mention Kim's friends.

On a sidenote, Kimberly, Paul better be able to cook. Lol.

I've got Brittany, Michael (if he's not working), Linda and maybe that's it helping me to move. Kim's got Paul, and an army of kinfolk that could move the moon if she told them to. We should be good on having enough hands to do it all in the two days we've blocked aside for it.

I guess I'm keeping my car, which makes me more than happy. It's funny though, because it made me think of how much things have changed in the last few months since I decided to move out in the first place. My parents have changed drastically. It might be Empty Nest Syndrome, at least that's what a lot of older people have told me so far. But seriously, I don't think I've ever gotten along with my dad this well. It's ironic to think that we're getting along so well right when I'm on my way out. If it could stay like this, then by all means I hope he comes by the apartment often. Same for my mom, just so long as she stops telling me that I'm going to fail.

Work's work, which equals awesome. I've gotten hours like a mofo, and I feel a little embarrassed because the managers are always calling me out for stuff I do. Not trying to brag, but damn I'm good at my job. I got recognized as an MVP today at the morning meeting. Speaking of the meetings, poor Fish, he gets shitted on at them, it's so freakin' funny.

Well, it's time to go put gas in my car, and head back to work. Until tomorrow when I'm the leaser of a beautiful apartment near campus, I bid you adieu and goodbye.