I have three boxes packed. They are all books.

Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who thinks things through.

IT IS NINE O'CLOCK AT NIGHT. IS THIS REALLY THE BEST TIME.

I'll be so glad when this is over. I'm going nuts here. SO MUCH TO WORRY ABOUT.

My roommate: "do we have a blender?" I can't bring myself to care. Also, the landlord better gtfo on Friday.

I NEED TO PAAAACK. Which means I'll throw a few books into a box tonight and call it a day.

unimpressed with season 9 of Idol. :|