Moving In and Moving On.

You know what? I don't think I'm the only one in the family who does things in a whim. I was getting home wednesday afternoon, yearning for the comfort of my bed when suddenly. Mushrooms with eyes! Dad says I have no bed in my room anymore because they've transferred it to the other house. Well, I'll tell you what. Monday morning they told me we're moving. I didn't really believe them then. Grave mistake. Now I'm stuck in my slightly smaller but definitely fresher, cleaner and newer room. I was supposed to share turf with Deb but she opted for Abby's company instead. Hmf! Wednesday night I caved in on sorting my stuff and left my pile of clothes to their liberty as I slept. I thought I was going to sleep badly (hint: previous experiences at unused-to hotel rooms) but my body had other plans. And I kept mentally asking the parents, Why on earth are we moving on a weekday?! when I have classes, and church and lots of things to do. Then I figured out why. There's a wedding on Sunday. Whoopsidaisy.

New house pictures: (badly taken using my phone)

my window, just saw you know where to throw rocks at (or serenade *wink wink*)

My clothes scattering around when I decided I was too tired to keep on working wednesday night. I slept with these piles of junk on my floor:

 The moving in and moving on.

 Made this from old homework and random anime cuts from my sister's old otaku magazine. I couldn't resist!

Oh yeah. For all my stalkers out there. I SEE YOU! Muahahaha!