All I want for a Christmas is a robot that is programmed to pack things.

I'm really only grumbling because I have to pack (and I really do HATE packing alot!). I can't emphaise the word "hate" enough really. i really really hate..hate...hate...hate (X1 million) kind of hate packing. gah. Why why why why why is it so hard to pack and put everything in boxes. Why can't there be a magic spell that magically puts everything into nice neat boxes and when I snap my fingers again, they magically unpack themselves and I would have MOVED in. ahhhhh. I swear I'm going to end up dreaming about carton boxes running after me. This whole packing fiasco always takes the toll on me. Doesn't matter. It's sometimes even worse than exams - i'm not me. gah.

I wish I had ALOT ALOT ALOT ALOT of money so that I can hire people to pack for me and then unpack for me after. Actually I think I would prefer to have magic powers - no need amazing ones, just packing one can already. That would be free too.

HELPPPPPPPP.

Everything else though has been decent, pretty much fantabulous. I've gone back to school, which I'm utterly thankful for. Too long out of it and bumming makes my brain revert back to a kindergarden level. I've been trying to gym everyday. I'm eating like two cows (wait till you see me when I get home!). I went to watch JT on saturday night alone and it was an awesome experience. It was a tad intimidating at the start, a total test of one's self-confidence. BUT once he got on stage, all was forgotten and it was my date with JT. hoot. I love. I will put pictures up soon, once all this insane moving is over and done with. GOD HELP ME.

Can anybody out there hear me?
'Cause I can't seem to hear myself
Can anybody out there see me?
'Cause I can't seem to see myself...
There's gotta be a heaven somewhere
Can you save me from this hell?
Can anybody out there feel me?
'Cause I can't seem to feel myself
- Losing My Way, Justin Timberlake