The Last, The Lost, The Least

Packing is going terribly. I'm still organizing my clothes, which I've been doing for the last two days. Meaning I've spent maybe an hour working on it.
My bedding came today, which is good.
I have to call the Apple store place to see if my iPod's back, because it's suppose to be.

I'm not thinking too much about moving, and I don't know how that's going to affect me when it does actually set in.

You are worrying me a bit. Talk to me if something's bothering you, alright? I just want to make sure everything's okay with you.

Machine in the Ghost

It's one in the morning. What do normal people do at one in the morning?
Not run around my neighbourhood, making stupid noises.
Find something better to do with your time, children, please.

I really don't mean to sound conceded

But what is that kid going to do without me?

Actually...

Ignore that last post.

For anyone who gives a fuck:

I'm currently in Kalispell, Montana with my family. I've bought too many clothes already. But this isn't the point of the blog.

The point is, if anyone who seriously gives a fuck and can spare some time to listen to me, please, please, please go on msn (if you're not already) or text me or message me. I just really need someone to tell me to get a grip.
Yes, I'm this desperate.