Moving Out (Part One)
HOLY.FUCKING.SHIT.
So, last night, I did the whole "OMGWTFBBQ NEED TO PACK FOR MOVING TOMORROW NOOOOOOOOW" thing. I gave myself a nice, 6 hour nap, then got up and finished it. And that's when I discovered, to my horror, that the boxes my roommate Charla had promised me to finish my packing with WERE NOT IN THE APARTMENT. HOLY SHIT. I needed those boxes, she TOLD ME I could have those boxes, SO WHY THE HELL DIDN'T SHE GIVE ME THE MOTHERFUCKING BOXES?!?!?!? *breathes again* So I panic, then I call my mom and ask if she could come a bit later, which she agrees to. I run about, throwing as much of my stuff into boxes as I can and generally trashing my room in the process.
This is what I have full of stuff so far:
3 mid-range brown boxes
1 big-ass long brown box
1 big-ass normal length brown box
2 mid-range white boxes
1 big-ass gift bag
1 drawstring laundry bag
1 little red overnight bag
1 small-to-mid-range tote bag
My big-ass floral print suitcase
I have ONE more mid-range sized white box, but I'm packing the printer and the rest of the crap off my desk in it. I have full garbage bags EVERYWHERE in my room, and I still need to finish putting stuff into garbage bags AND clean out my dresser & get rid of all the stuff on top of it. Thank god my mom is bringing extra boxes and stuff, or else I'd be screwed. Also thank god that I had enough that I was able to pack up the vast majority of my shit, so I won't get chewed out TOO terribly badly for not being completely finished.
*headdesk headdesk headdesk* If I had known that moving out was going to be such a gigantic fucking pain in my ass, I never would've started college in the first place.
So, last night, I did the whole "OMGWTFBBQ NEED TO PACK FOR MOVING TOMORROW NOOOOOOOOW" thing. I gave myself a nice, 6 hour nap, then got up and finished it. And that's when I discovered, to my horror, that the boxes my roommate Charla had promised me to finish my packing with WERE NOT IN THE APARTMENT. HOLY SHIT. I needed those boxes, she TOLD ME I could have those boxes, SO WHY THE HELL DIDN'T SHE GIVE ME THE MOTHERFUCKING BOXES?!?!?!? *breathes again* So I panic, then I call my mom and ask if she could come a bit later, which she agrees to. I run about, throwing as much of my stuff into boxes as I can and generally trashing my room in the process.
This is what I have full of stuff so far:
3 mid-range brown boxes
1 big-ass long brown box
1 big-ass normal length brown box
2 mid-range white boxes
1 big-ass gift bag
1 drawstring laundry bag
1 little red overnight bag
1 small-to-mid-range tote bag
My big-ass floral print suitcase
I have ONE more mid-range sized white box, but I'm packing the printer and the rest of the crap off my desk in it. I have full garbage bags EVERYWHERE in my room, and I still need to finish putting stuff into garbage bags AND clean out my dresser & get rid of all the stuff on top of it. Thank god my mom is bringing extra boxes and stuff, or else I'd be screwed. Also thank god that I had enough that I was able to pack up the vast majority of my shit, so I won't get chewed out TOO terribly badly for not being completely finished.
*headdesk headdesk headdesk* If I had known that moving out was going to be such a gigantic fucking pain in my ass, I never would've started college in the first place.