The moving process begins...

I started packing things I wouldn't need in the near future. I packed my winter coats. All of my summer dresses and all of my bags. It felt very weird but also very good all at the same time.

Friday night my friend came over to give A an guitar lesson. We had went to strike afterwards even though I had been talking about dave and busters for weeks. Strike was so empty it was depressing. They didn't have as many games and I could not understand how they could stay in business when no one was there. We played air hockey, then basketball and then bowling. A beat me at everything. I was not a happy camper. I don't understand how he is good at everything he does. He just picks it up like nothing.

Saturday is when i did the bulk of my packing. A had come over but I was soo moody I didn't end up doing anything the rest of the night. I fell asleep and ordered dominos when I woke up.

The next morning I actually brought what I had packed up over to his place and then went to target. It was good to be shopping alone I even went to the mall for like an hour but I couldn't find anything.

I still have not told my parents anything about me moving out....During the weekend the washing machine in my house had crapped out. So I did laundry upstairs. What I was afraid of is them seeing that the washing machine was no longer in use and wanting to buy me a new one. And yesterday that is exactly what they did. I told my mother to cancel the order and that I didn't want a washing machine. I guess I need to tell her pretty soon.