Moving?

So, if one were to actually look in my apartment right now, he or she would have no idea that I am moving in just a few days. Seriously! What is my problem? There is really nothing I want more than to get the hell out of here, yet have I done much? Not really. I keep trying to justify things to myself like "Oh, I'm just getting rid of everything anyway." Or, "I'm just going to throw stuff in a box and ship it to my parents' house, so it doesn't really matter."

But now the clock is ticking. The guys coming to take my furniture away have been scheduled. I have mounds of clothes, and piles of books all waiting to be packed away into boxes. The piles for the garbage are reaching their limits. Yet, I have not really made a dent.

Looks like those all nighters from college will serve me well in the up coming days...

I have a blog?!?

Wait. What's wrong with me? What am I thinking? I'm not a writer. Never have been, didn't think I ever would be. Well, I guess there is a first time for everything. If anyone reads this, that's great. And if not, well. That's fine, too.

Also, I really have great timing for starting a blog... I'm moving in a week. And, what am I doing now? Not packing! That's for sure. Not exactly the best thing when the all of my stuff needs to be boxed up and sent away so soon.

Oh, well.... Whatever happens, I'll figure it out.