Since my mum and I are moving out of our house next Tuesday, this week has been overrun with packing.  We started my room on Monday and I was truly surprised at how much STUFF I have.  For those of you who haven’t seen my room, it’s about 6mx3m, and, having had two bedrooms growing up I had managed to accumulate a bit of stuff when I moved all my bedroom-at-Dad’s contents over here.  But I was still surprised.  My mother, ever the optimist (and underestimater) thought we would need maybe 20 banana boxes to pack up the entire 3 bedroom house.  Just my bedroom has filled 14 or 15.  Plus we have given away 9 rubbish bags full of clothes and 5 boxes of toys and other stuff to the City Mission (not all my stuff though).  I did manage to rescue a couple of things though, stuff from the last time we had a throw-out and never got to the City Mission – a top and sweatshirt that I had been thinking about recently and thought they were gone forever.  Sometimes procrastination IS a good thing!

We have also burnt a lot of crap, including wrapping paper that has been growing more wrinkled with each passing holiday of disuse.  One roll was sitting in a banana box by the fire the other night, so I picked it up and waved it at the cat, who was in one of his weird moods (sometimes he’ll start attacking the rug by the fire for no reason at all.  The rug is covered up at the moment so he’s moved on to the defenceless rubbish bags that are waiting to be filled).  He started batting it, from the other side of the box from me.  I put the end of the roll in the box, seeing if I could get him to jump into the box.  This didn’t fly with him, but he did start trying to get at the roll through the holes in the side of the box.  I started giggling and the furry black paw that would keep appearing through one hole then the other, so I moved the roll faster between the holes.  That’s when he stuck both paws in, one through each hole, still wildly trying to catch this roll of wrapping paper.  I literally rofled.  I wish I’d taken a video or photo because I promise it was funnier than it sounds!

We recently got wireless internet at our house, something I’d not-wanted for ages (my dad has it and every time I’m there I’m awake till 3am watching stuff on youtube).  I’d been pretty good about not using my computer in bed until a couple of weeks ago.  I discovered old episodes of Shortland St.  Not really old, just 4 or 5  years ago, which was when my favourite character initially appeared.  And then I got sucked into the storylines (again!).  I think I‘m an epic geek, because I actually remember some of the lines word for word from these old episodes o.O  And to make matters worse, it has captions for the hearing-impaired, which have wormed its way into my brain to the extent that I’ve started saying ‘ominous music plays’ when ominous music plays.  If I start doing this IRL, you’ll know why.

I really need a life.

Ci sono cose che mi fanno diventare immensamente triste.

Perchè nessuno viene alla mia festa?