Uh....

Mum: I told Coda and Eowyn not to worry tomorrow.
Me: Why?
Mum: We're moving tomorrow.
Me: WHAT?!
Mum: Yeah.

I wasn't informed that we were LEAVING TOMORROW. O_o Way for the family to keep me in the loop of things and I LIVE HERE.

Moving woes

My dad is over here helping, sorta. He wants to throw everything away, he's not even letting mum take a chance to see what it is and if we want it. I know that the place still isn't even half packed, but I've been out of commission for almost two weeks and I still can't do anything. I feel so useless and guilty. I went to my chiro today and asked him what I can do and he said nothing. I really can't. He said that packing and lifting is probably the worst! Even my 6 hour work day yesterday left me in more pain since finishing the drugs. Mum's starting to get in a panic and flustered, dad is just throwing stuff away and putting us down for not doing anything. I can't take it, it's just like how it used to be all those years ago. I've luckily snagged some of my Orlando mags from him, but he won't even take into consideration of what I may like and what I may want to save. I still have to pack all my clothes and everything in my bathroom as well as some other odds and ends.

I feel so horribly guilty typing this entry out because I'm not doing anything. I don't know how we're going to do it.

[edit] Sorry to be such a depressing, bitch. <3

I wish I had my camera

Some of you know how we have (or had) the landlord from Hell. Anyway they called to see if we could show the place tonight and mum just said 'fuck it and let 'em come'. So she came up and walked right in, I was all alone because mum and dad were in the car park and when I went to say hi she just stood frozen with this look of horror. She just stared and whispered 'I can't believe this.' I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying 'what do you expect when people move, bitch?'. Of course the place is a wreck, boxes everywhere, stuff everywhere, paper, ect. But that's normal for moving, you know? Now I wish I had said that and risked gotten bitch slapped.

But it gets better. Coda waddled out and decided to just settle in the middle of the hallway and fall asleep. Our landlord walks by, stops, and says (I kid you not):

Her: Is that a real cat? *in a real curt voice*
Me: Yeah. She's sleeping.
Her: Not anymore.*almost steps on Coda as she goes by*

God, I wish I could have filmed the look Coda gave her after that. She also left a nice stinker in the box and when Landlady-bitch-of-the-7-levels-of-Hell walked by she wrinkled her nose up in disgust. I love my cat.

Anyway, I'm done for the night. I had to pick up Coda and carry her away before they came back and everything and that wasn't a good idea. My chiro forgot to mention that lifing 30 pound cats isn't a good idea.

I'm going to be un hooking my big PC soon and I'll just be on my laptop. Thank you everyone for your support so far, it means a lot. Dad's left and mum and I are calming down. Tomorrow morning the movers, my dad and Aunt and Uncle are coming over. I have to be at work at 10, just as well since I can't do anything.

Tomorrow I'll spend the first night in my new room.

And here it ends

I'm going to be disconnecting everything now, so you may not hear from me until tomorrow night. Love you all and thank you for all your support. <333 wish me luck! KTHXBI ;)

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