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Yesterday was the official beginning of the move, the owner of the place said we could start sticking stuff in the garage, but not in the actual house (until Sunday). So I got home yesterday after stopping by Puff 'N' Stuff to pick up some herbal supplements and picking up Angie, and there were already a good amount of boxes (mostly books) in the U-Haul. Angie and I quickly got to work and started stacking things in the back of the truck. I was looking in every container before I put it in, and showing Angie the ludicrous amount of crap my parents have (tons of clothes they'll never wear again, by that I mean sparkly blue sweaters with flowers and such from the 80s, and also tons and tons of useless decorations, ornaments, and arts and crafts stuff). Seeing the amount of stupid crap that my parents keep agitated her, as it did to me many a time, so now she knows how lame my parents are about certain things (damn packrat instincts, they get tons of stuff we have no room/use for, and never get rid of anything old), I actually had to convince my mother to throw away a fan that's been broken for 6 months, that's been in the backyard in the rain! But anyways, the moving went pretty smoothly aside from some miscommunication on the meeting point. Joe and Leslie showed up with my dad at the place and we unloaded everything with haste. Injuries: Bruised thumbnail and pinkynail...I think I'll live though. :D