Sep 17, 2004 19:30
Kimmy and I moved to Sunnydale. You'd think from the way our family sent us off we were moving to Mars. Lots of hugging from the sister quartet and the parents. We're going to be two hours away, not that bad.
Though next time Kim and I go somewhere far off in separate cars? I'm tempted to take out her battery out of her cell phone. Every red light man, and every traffic jam. Though it was nice on the traffic jams, but on the red lights? Not really.
When we got there the apartment manager Joan showed us around the apartment. She seemed nice and cool, told us to call if we needed anything. Afterwards when I finished unpacking I started to rearrange the furniture just a bit, to you know, make it feel more like home. Though I am not OCD like Kim said, I just like things neat and organized. Is that so wrong? I'm not even going to step near her room (which is so bigger the brat) since I can only imagine what it looks likes.
Now I'm at the army base while Sgt Harris is interviewing us separately. We're on an army base since the police station got wiped by the earthquake. Kim just got with hers and now its my turn. I'm nervous, but as long as Sgt Harris isn't stir crazy or knows my dad? It should be just fine.