moving
March 07, 2008, 12:06 AM

So . . . I am moving again and while this time it's a blessing there is always a little heartache that comes with moving. You see, everytime I move I have to go through my belongings and I always find some aspect of my mom that while I am grateful to have those pieces of her they always break my heart because there won't be any more. She's gone and I won't ever get her back; we won't create any more memories so the little pieces I have are all that's left.

Anyway, I am definitely happy to be moving because our neighbors are awful. I think that they are Middle Eastern, which doesn't make them bad, what makes them bad are their combined 15 screaming children that play in the parking lot from sun up until . . . and their food smells awful. It wafts into our apartment and we can't get rid of it. Basically they are just rude and inconsiderate. Not to mention the massive amounts of Mexicans. Minus the time I moved home from Winthrop I don't think that I have ever been so happy to move in my life.

While I was going through one of the boxes that just got stuffed into my closet I found one of my old journals from middle school. One word: hiliarious. Everything in it is like "Ne way, there was this totally hott guy and he looked at me, OMG!" I think that I have changed somewhat. I might still think that sometimes but I usually refrain from writing it. Ha, anyway, now I am going to bed. I sill have a lot of packing to do in the morning.

Fact: At one time, pumpkins were recommended for removing freckles.

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