OMG I'm dying...
... so much to DO! Argh. Okay, sit back and relax while I RAMBLE AND RANT, people.
So, I'm moving on Monday. FINALLY. God, I can't WAIT, I want to live ALONE, I want PEACE and QUIET and not having to wear pants on my way to the bathroom if I don't feel like it. Gah, only two more days and then - ahh, it's gonna be so awesome. Well, after the move, of course. I'll have a dishwasher and a balcony and a bathtub and OMG I've been buying the most awesome things for my new place, for example a white shower mat with bloody footprints on it (eee! I love it) and a coffee table and all kinds of decorative shit and ahh, it's going to be PERFECT. I can't wait!!
But, before that, I need to move. I'm gonna rent a van for all my stuff - OMG I have so much SHIT, I can't believe it. I won't be able to keep my awesome desk/great-grandfather's workbench because it's way too big and I'm not taking any of the couches (I'm getting my parents' old one), but still. Bed and one wardrobe and kitchen table and chairs and armchair and 5 or 6 bookcases and nightstand and one small table and... and omg. So many clothes and books and plates and games and DVDs and THINGS... I think I should have gotten more people to help me carry all the boxes. ARGH. I hate moving, I hate hate hate it. Well, the actual moving part, the carry-boxes-up-and-down-stairs bit, this I really hate. The moving in and putting things up and hanging pictures and decorating, that I like. But the actual moving... *shudder*.
Though my Dad had an awesome idea: he said I should stay at the new place and direct where everything will be placed, so I'll only have to carry some boxes and then more or less stand around and make people do stuff for me. Which is totally my thing, so... :P
I have 12 huge boxes and I haven't even put all my books into them. This is my, wait, sixth? move so far, so I'm quite experienced, if I may say so. I know I can't fill the boxes all the way with books, because I don't want people to break their backs and DIE when they carry heavy boxes full of books. Opposite to one friend of mine I know not everybody is a body builder, so. Only some books in each box, and then lighter stuff on top. But yeah, 12 boxes, not nearly enough. I need MORE. Or less books, that would work, too.
Though I have been getting rid of a lot of things lately. I've been sorting through all my books, CDs, DVDs, trinkets, clothes, well everything for the last days and throwing away a lot of it. Or giving it away, if someone wants any of it. Like my Buffy novels which I bought when I was, what, 12? Don't need those anymore. Or very old CDs, some DVDs, a lot of books (even if giving books away makes my heart bleed, seriously, BLEED)... and I found some very odd things too. Like many cute baby photos of my sister (why do I have them? They should be in my parents' photo album... I guess I stole them?), a very weird catapult that shoots little pigs' heads (I can't even remember where I got that), shopping lists that are at least 4 years old (the shop I noted on there doesn't even exist anymore) and a bunch of other, random shit. LOL, quite an adventure, sorting through my stuff! Produces a lot of garbage, though.
And I'm not DONE yet. Need to go through all the things in the living room and see what's mine, same with the kitchen (and ohh, roomie won't have any plates or glasses left when I move out, haha) and the attic and the bathroom... gah. I need to get everything packed till Sunday evening, so on Monday morning we can start right away with the carrying boxes crap (eew), SO MUCH TO DO, SO LITTLE TIME.
Oh, and the girl who wanted to move in decided otherwise at the very last second, less than a week before I move out. Which means we - or rather, I, because roomie can't be bothered to take care of anything, argh, am I glad I'm moving out - had to find someone new really quick. We did, no worries, but it was a pretty panicky time, these last days. AND I broke the phone because I used it too much. Seriously, I've been getting/making so many calls in my quest to find a new roomie, and one second it just - broke. Went really hot, made a really weird noise, then was really broken. *sigh* Well, not my problem anymore, still-roomie and his new roomie can buy a new one. I'm not taking care of anything else, I'm freaking out enough as it is, I'm not buying any phones. Or cleaning the kitchen/bathroom/anything, for that matter. :P Well, maybe my room, but that I kind of have to.
ARGH and now it's already quarter past 6 and I still have so much to DOOO. So, signing off now, need to get to work, even if I want nothing more than to just lie around in bed and do NOTHING. Bah.
Ramble/rant over, German out. Oh, and before I forget: I'm not too sure when I'll have internet again at my new place, hopefully no later than Wednesday, but we'll see. I'll let you know how the move went as soon as I can, okay? And maybe some more stressed-out ramblings before Monday, who knows... ;)