Packing is hard and I dun wanna anymore.
packing
And packed.
A little.
So, I took my last final yesterday and I am now done with the semester! I tried to go out last night with Switch, but we didn’t actually wind up leaving his bedroom. I promise, I’ll finish and update soon. But, ugh, I’ve barely slept and I sort of need to recover.
Fortunately, I’m staying around until the end of the month for a job, so I don’t need to hurry up on packing.
Packing. Or something vaguely resembling it.
I have begun the daunting task of packing up my dorm to (eventually) move out (one day). I am literally drowning here in a sea of clothing, books, boots, heels, posters, photographs, dried flowers, sex paraphernalia, and school supplies.
“You won’t forget about me, Sir, will you? Promise?”
(via silent-musings)