can't even

packing sucks. it's 86 degrees out today, which makes for sweaty trips up and down lots of stairs. at least it's not 98 degrees, which it hit the other day. and having a boy means not having to carry heavy bags/boxes :)

i can't believe i'm leaving tomorrow. basically, i hate it. and there is no other way to put it. i should have changed my ticket. knowing i'm rushing towards retail jobs and graves disease isn't helping matters. i can't even bring myself to say goodbye.

music comes on like the end of a sad movie. it's the kind of ending you don't really want to see 'cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down. and i don't know what to be without you around. --taylor swift

i'm weird 'cause i hate goodbyes. i got misty eyes as they said 'farewell.' but i know where several are, if my thoughts get real bizarre. --owl city