Boxes, boxes... always boxes.
Good Lord, I have a lot of stuff. I am the packrat extrordinaire, and it is painfully evident whilst we're moving. I mean, I can't bring myself to throw anything away. Or sell anything. Or apparently organize anything. Because it's extremely difficult to organize when there are so many RANDOM things. It's terrible. I hate moving. Absolutely hate it.
My room is an utter mess of papers, newspapers, books and everything else. Ugh
That thing this morning went well. I didn't eat anything, partially because I wasn't all that hungry but partially because I don't like eating when everyone else isn't.
I think I have found a new subject for my photographs. I don't think his wife will approve of art. Nice eyes.
He was really, really nice. After he finished that paperwork with mum, we started talking about school and stuff. And then we started with the hockey. It is wonderful talking with people who love hockey as much as I do. Until he said he was a Leafs fan at heart. Then I was disgusted. Haha, not really.
Kind of worried about that strike that is supposed to happen on Monday...
Anywho, Cheers!
My room is an utter mess of papers, newspapers, books and everything else. Ugh
That thing this morning went well. I didn't eat anything, partially because I wasn't all that hungry but partially because I don't like eating when everyone else isn't.
I think I have found a new subject for my photographs. I don't think his wife will approve of art. Nice eyes.
He was really, really nice. After he finished that paperwork with mum, we started talking about school and stuff. And then we started with the hockey. It is wonderful talking with people who love hockey as much as I do. Until he said he was a Leafs fan at heart. Then I was disgusted. Haha, not really.
Kind of worried about that strike that is supposed to happen on Monday...
Anywho, Cheers!