at least 60 shirts and 20 pants and only 3 pairs of shoes...
i'm finally done with pretty much packing all of my clothes. i have a stack of shirts thats as high as my tv (est. almost 3 1/2 ft.). i found so many great clothes i had forgotten i had. i think i've found that i love band shirts and have a hard time getting rid of them. tomorrow i'll start on trinkets unless i'm too tired from the warped tour. wait, am i even going? um, who knows. i've been so bipolar these past 24 hours. i let my thoughts get the best of me yesterday morning and i was just enraged. its been a while since i had that. by the time the afternoon hit i felt great. sometimes when i get to thinking about certain things, i just break down and crash. times like that are best spent alone since irrational thinking is part of the process. anyhow, i can't wait to find what things i've been keeping hidden from myself or have misplaced. i think thursday i will be packing up electronics. friday i'll probably just be getting last minute things done. i can't wait to move already and get started with this whole new experience. this place makes me crazy and reminds me of too many things i just can't stomach anymore but in the same token it comforts me as well knowing that i have such a history here. not that i regret too many things, i think i'm just done here. hard to explain i guess. i wish sleep would come. the windshield repair guy is gonna be here at 7-9am. waking up is going to suck. it's sad to think how little my trust and innocence have depleted over this past year. thoughts like that certainly don't lull me anywhere near sleep. i wish things could be talked out sometimes. i wish understandings could be reached. i guess some findings in life don't have answers. i guess this isn't the journal entry i intended. i just need some sleep. 4 more days.