In an effort to preserve my sanity, I'm taking a break from packing. I can't believe how much crap I own. You can't walk through the living room or the bedroom, because there's boxes and suitcases and trash bags everywhere. At least I know if I forget anything I'll be able to get it back. Some of my stuff is at Mark's parents' house, being stored, so we can't not ever speak to each other again. He has been nice enough to help me some with the packing, although honestly most of the time he's more of a hindrance than a help. I'm trying to quickly sort through boxes of random crap and see what belongs to who, and he stops to examine things, or suddenly decides that right now is a good time to try to organize what's left in the closet. Needless to say there have been plenty of squabbles. But he's off to work now, so I've got to finish up alone before my parents show up here at the crack of dawn. He's being a total coward and staying somewhere else tonight so he doesn't have to talk to my parents. If I wanted to be a complete asshole, it'd be a good time to steal some of the movies and stuff I want...damn conscience. On the whole, this has been a little easier than I expected, which makes me feel like it really is the right choice. I'm worrying more about stuff like money and being alone than anything that specifically has to do with him. Although I did find this little box I've been keeping forever. It's got stupid stuff in it, like a sugar packet from our first date and movie tickets and pictures and so on. I couldn't bring myself to throw it away. It's not that I think we'll ever get back together or anything, it's just something I can't explain. Maybe it's "too soon" or some BS like that.

Anyway, I've been finding all kinds of weird stuff that's been missing forever. My copy of the 6th Harry Potter book, which has been missing since like last August, turned up in the bedroom closet, in a box that was inside one of those big lawn trash bags. (No, I didn't think it was weird that there was a big trash bag in the closet. We have no storage space so that's what happens to all the old clothes that I keep telling myself I can fit into again some day.) Also in this box was a remote to this little tv that my mom has, and some Halloween decorations. So I'm not the most organized person in the world. I think it's my little way of rebelling. My mom has these extensive files on everything in the world. I could ask her how much she spent on groceries in 1979 and she could tell me within 5 minutes.

And finally, before I get back to work, I've decided on a school. (Unless that one that I STILL haven't heard from offers me like a full scholarship or something, har har.) It's in Rhode Island, and the town looks almost disgustingly quaint, complete with a lighthouse and everything. I admit I'm holding out a little bit of hope that it turns out to be like Stars Hollow. Everything I know about New England pretty much comes from Gilmore Girls and Stephen King. Anyway, it's not the most prestigious place in the world, but it's good enough for me.