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Thursday, August 17, 2006

i think i've mentioned before how much i hate packing, but i really hate packing

As I've mentioned, we are moving this weekend. I am, sort of, packed. As in I emptied out a drawer full of shirts and threw them in a suitcase. And what was once the contents of our medicine cabinet is now the contents of a plastic UCLA store bag.

I am really bad at moving between places. I hate packing and I really hate unpacking. This is why sometimes I prefer not going anywhere to, say, going on vacation. I hate packing that much.

One time during my freshman year of college I returned from a visit home and immediately unpacked my things. My roommates stared at me as though I had a third eye. They could not believe that I had gone on a trip and returned, and yet they would not be spending the next week and a half tripping over my suitcase.

On top of it all, tonight Paul sprung on me the fact that we have no one to help us move. Even though I asked him four times over the last three weeks if he had asked his friends to help and he said yes. Each. And. Every. Time. So, ah, if you're interested in helping us move on Saturday I'll be your best friend forever.

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