I'm so freaking tired! I spent the whole, repeat after me, WHOLE day packing! And, I'm not done! *dies* I have to continue tomorrow. *sigh* The lorry person is coming over tomorrow to carry over our cupboards and stuff ~yay~.
When I started, I seriously just didn't know where to start! So, I threw things away. The list of things I threw away? Magazines, N'Sync posters (Yes! All of them! I just don't like them in that way anymore), school books (Get rid of 'em, I say), tons of papers and toys. Gah~ I felt so sad to part with them all but I don't wanna carry them all the way to the new house. *sigh* Moving is sad. Although, I did get quite a few laughs. All these years (2 years), Shari, Nat, Sj and I thought that all our P.com conversations were gone. As in, all 6 seasons of them! But! Just now, while clearing out my drawers, I found season 2. Haha. I had alot of fun laughing at our silly antics. I won't quote them here cause they're a little too, er, explicit (?) for public viewing. I also found a little poem that us, P.com-ers, wrote out of our brilliant talent in rhyming!
I went to a chinese restaurant
To buy a loaf of bread, bread, bread
He wrapped it up in a paper bag
And this is what he said, said, said
My name is Elvis Presley (definitely Sj's part)
Girls are sexy (Sj, only she's so pervy)
Sitting in a taxi (Shari? Sounds like her)
Watching movies
Big fat boobies (er, me?)
This is what they get
BOOH! (it's Nat. I can confirm this. She's whacked, literally)
hugZ,
*Sj's signature*
03-********
Call me when
you're feeling
L.O.N.E.L.Y
(The entire thing here is written by Shari, definitely looks like her writing and not Sj's like I first thought)
Oh my! I just remembered something! This could be us writing our very first song for our band then, Victorious Veges! I mean, read it again! Doesn't it sound like a song? The whole 'bread, bread, bread' part. And, trust me, you don't wanna know what Victorious Veges mean.
