Welcome to my life right now. I don't technically need to be out of my current apartment for a while. And I don't have to be into my other for a while. But on my days off, I've decided to feign motivation and get stuff done. Like packing. And moving little by little.
Unfortunately, I'm a failure even at feigning motivation. You see, I'm really good at telling people how to pack. (Check out my November post: "How-To Pack Up and Downsize for a College Move" if you don't believe me.) But when it comes to getting the job done myself, I fail. I could really use the College Hunks Hauling Junk. By now you're probably thinking: Geeesh, girl! You're always moving! And truthfully, I am. For the last two years, I haven't stayed in one place very long. But this move should stick for a while. I really like the place, the location, the potential, the roomie. I can't wait to move in! Except... oh wait, while I should be packing and moving... I'm blogging.
Sooo... me packing basically goes like this:
Sit around and wonder where I could get free boxes. Call a few places. Hear the heartbreaking words that they don't have any right now. Give up.
Drive a few things over to the new place. Take pictures of the new place. Blog about how I plan on decorating the new place.
Watch 2 episodes of House. Watch 3 episodes of Sex and the City.
Get up off the couch. Pack a big plastic box. Realize it is too heavy. Remove stuff.
Realize how good an iced coffee sounds. Make an iced coffee.
Take a picture of what a mess my room is (see above).
Proceed to blog about messy room, iced coffee, and the woes of moving.
Seriously. This is bad. But I'm going to take this plastic box over sometime in the next hour. Then I'm going to have Mexican with my girlfrrran. Then I'm enlisting the help of my guy friend. Maybe I just need some company to get stuff done?
Woe is me.
That is all. ...Back to packing.
