To start this post, I thought I should give a BIG thanks to Pete (petegrein.tumblr.com) for posting a guest blog. And yes it is true, Pete (petegrein.tumblr.com) was a big help to me in my move, along with Whitney, Todd, and their parents, so thanks guys!
Although MOST of my belongings are here, there are a few stragglers left at the townhouse, so much to his disappointment, Pete (petegrein.tumblr.com) may have to help move some of my sh*t once again! He just makes such a great mover!...but not so much of a furniture arranger. We moved my entertainment center and my desk into my room last week, and after carefully aligning the two furniture pieces against the wall, I suggested to Pete (petegrein.tumblr.com) that my entertainment center might actually look better NOT lying...um, on it's side. Not quite the perfect arrangement, but it brought on a good laugh!
Did I throw out the blog spot enough for ya Pete (petegrein.tumblr.com)?
In talk of the boyfriend, I have to admit it's pretty nice having him back around. Although, after watching There Will Be Blood, I continuously fall victim to hearing him go on and on about milkshakes, always in his best execution of a Daniel Day-Lewis impersonation. But even with the impersonations (which actually aren't that bad), and singing, and punching of my arms, it suffices to say it's been Good Times all around.
Moving on...
I've been taking on the ginormous task of settling in to this new house as slowly as possible (much like the ripping off of a band-aid) and my life still resides in about twenty cardboard boxes spreading out all over my room and spilling into my bathroom.
Should probably work on that.
I'm sure I'd have everything set up and ready for action by now, if it wasn't for the fact that the process of unpacking hurls me involuntarily into long fits of nostalgic day dreaming (much like the process of packing, so I probably shouldn't have the same reaction seeing how I JUST saw this stuff...).
For instance, I came across my long time friend Heather and I's notebook, Petunia Rosemary (yes we named it), and as I opened it and read each letter, I couldn't help but jump back into the world of being and 8th grader once again. Here's pretty much the gist of every letter:
Dear piece of crap, chick-a-boo, pooper head,
How are u? I am BORED. What am I going to wear tomorrow? Should I wear shorts, or pants? I just don't know. Oh my GOD the Titanic song is on! I love this song, and Leo !!! I'm going to see Titanic this weekend for the 9th time, best movie EVER! Oh my GOD, So and So is sooooo FINE. I made EYE CONTACT wit him today! U better not tell anyone I like him though! U promised! What should I wear tomorrow? Shorts or pants? Pants or shorts? I don't know! Eew! We have FCAT tomorrow!! Uh, Mr. Honigman is SO weird! Ew and his white pants GROSS. Honigshlong!! N-E-ways, I looove So and So and u love So and So and we are going to marry them and have all their babies!!! Shorty swing my way...I love this song!! Okay chick-a-pee I gotta jet, but what am I going to wear to school tomorrow??? Ughh!
Yup that was basically our life as 14 yr olds. Ahh the good old days...
Anyways, yup I better get on this unpacking, if for nothing else, to see what other flash from the pasts I will encounter...
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