Please put a shoe on your head, please.

I'm a terribly loud packer. TERRIBLY LOUD. Unfortunately for my sleeping family, I like to start packing at about 1 in the morning. I knock things over, go in and out of my room multiple times with large bags that consequently make me run into things and walls. I don't know how they deal with it. I'm pretty sure I would have woken up myself if I was sleeping. (Note: I sleep through everything.)

For the last five days, I've been packing about 3 hours a day. That's a lot. But how else am I suppose to get through 16 years of cumulative crap and sort through it? I've literally thrown out about 10 trash bags full of crap, and got rid of 4 trash bags full of clothes for the Salvation Army. That being said, I still have a ton of crap left. It's quite horrible, I'm such a pack rat. Thankfully when I move again in nine months it won't be quite this horrible. But packing up your life is no small feat. Hopefully I'll be done throwing stuff away tomorrow night and get onto actual sorting and packing in proper boxes, properly organized. In the process I hope to lose at least one more trash bag full of stuff. Do you know how tempting it is to leave everything, tell my family to throw it all away if they want, and start over? I seriously considered it. I think the only thing I wanted to keep was my books, my computer, and a handful of clothes. Yes, a handful. But alas! I can't do that yet. I think my parents would have a bitch fit if I left all this crap to them, to be honest. Maybe when I move again in nine months I'll see if people just want it all...



P.S. I've started a new youtube: here.