8/4/2004

I have to move out of my apartment in 9 days. One might think I've started packing. I have. I have one shopping bag, one grocery bag, and half a box done.

I need help.

I'm soooooo unmotivated. I'm going to end up putting it off and then killing myself doing it all in one night. Maybe two, who knows. BLAH.

I'm going to visit Brannon from Friday to Sunday, so no packing then. I need to find her a birthday present. Hm. And then I have to move home for a week and a half before I can move into the dorm. GRRRR. Maybe I should ask if I can move in early. I guess it's worth a try. I don't imagine anyone is staying in the dorm this close to the start of school. And even if they are, what are the odds they'll be in MY room? Hm.

I spent two hours at the dentist this afternoon. It kinda sucked. I didn't even know I was having work done until yesterday, when they called to confirm. I thought it was just a cleaning. But, no. A filling, too. But not just one. Ohhhh, no. Four. Yeah, four. It started off being just three. Then they found another one while they were working. THEN I had the cleaning. What fun. And now I get to set up an appointment for a consultation with an oral surgeon to have my wisdom teeth out. Yay for me.

Somebody make me pack. Come on! Please?

I'm so bored. Melanie needs to get her butt back from Costa Rica. And Ellie needs to be in town for more than TWO DAYS before scampering off again. And Robin needs to not go home for a week or two on Friday. And... well, I guess that's all.

I think I'll shut up now.