Well...yesterday i helped my friend Sarah (not to be confused with Sara) move into her new house. It reminded me of how much i really hate moving...and just solidified my plan to stay in my apartment for one more year. The only advantage to moving is you find all this stuff you forgot you had. But then you also find a whole bunch of stuff that you just need to throw away.

So i feel very childish...but i really miss my mom and dad right now. I saw them in July so that's not too long ago...but i haven't been back to South Carolina since i moved here in january. And although technically Fort Wayne is my home now...i still call South Carolina "home". Do you think that eventually goes away and you learn to be at home where you are? Any comments from people who have joined the real world?

So i have a bookshelf sitting in my living room with no books. It has to be the saddest thing ever. To have an object whose sole purpose in life is to hold reading material and knowledge just waiting to be imparted...and yet it is sitting there completely abandoned unable to fulfill it's purpose in life b/c some dumb ass Hautian who has probably never read a book in their life decided it was his right to relieve me of the over 100 books i had. Grrrr....

Even though it happened 9 months ago...i still get angry sometimes when i think of all the things i lost.

Ah well...enough of that. I'm glad that today is Sunday...and I still have one more day of freedom before i have to go back to work. But for now...it's off to church...have a great Sunday!