OBSESSED.

So the new Jason Mraz album, Love is a Four Letter Word, is out.  I've been a fan of his since I was in high school -- I have distinct memories of listening to Waiting for my Rocket to Come while driving in my 1992 Corolla (RIP) and have loved him ever since.  I think it's safe to say that he will remain in my Top 5 musical artists of all time.  He's just ... amazing.

Anyway, I am obsessed with the following song, "Be Honest".  It's simple and beautiful and amazing and and and ... it's just great.  I wish I could hire Mr. Mraz to follow me around and just sing to me.

 L O V E!

Home.

Oh, my irrefutable father, he told me,

"Son, sometimes it may seem dark,

but the absence of the light is a necessary part."
Just know, you're never alone.

You can always come back home.

Just know, that wherever you go,

No, you're never alone.

You will always get back home.
- "93 Million Miles" by Jason Mraz

Postcard from Inkling, $3.50.  

PACKING!

Though I am basically done with packing, the photo below expresses how I feel about the ordeal:

Gazing outside in hopes that my pizza is here:

*Giggle*

Here are some of my favorite YouTube videos that make me giggle no matter how much I view them:

Shit Girls Say: Episodes 1 and 2

I don't know how many times I've watched the first two episodes of Shit Girls Say, seriously.  I laugh every single time.  The guy/girl is amazing.  My favorite lines are in Episode 2: "How long have you guys been open?" and "That poor dog needs water!"

Ellen's Scare Montage 2010

I blame my mom for finding it amusing when people get the bejeezus scared out of them.

Going to the Store

The first time I saw this, I said "What the f--k?!" so many times and laughed so hard that I cried ugly tears.

And now I have to go back to being responsible. :(

F**K MY LIFE!!

I'm moving in a few days to a kick-ass apartment in East Lakeview.  I'll be close to Lake Michigan (still not the California beaches, but whatever, I'll take what I can get at this point) and close to Wrigley Field!

But you know what that means?

I HAVE TO FRICKIN' PACK.

I've gotten a few boxes done.  But honestly, I want to plop on the ground and cry like a child right now.  I HATE IT.  HATE HATE HATE IT.

FUCK MY LIFE!

That's really what I've been wanting to say since I started packing.

It doesn't help that I have two major papers due this week.  I'm just about done with one and have started the other, but AHHHHH!!

At least, by this time next week, I will be in my new place.  Or not.  I could be out exploring Lakeview and Wrigleyville, getting myself fat with all the food options around me.

I need a drink -- a strong one -- and Harry Potter to wave a magic wand and pack my shit for me while I get drunk and blab to him about how hot Zac Efron looks in his new movie (though I would never watch it because I'm not a big romance fan).  Depending on how drunk I was, I'd probably try acting out a scene from Flight of the Conchords that should have taken place in regards to Hogwarts.

I'm trying to pretend this is fun, like, "Yay!  I love putting my things away into boxes!  New beginnings, yay!", it doesn't work that well.  I've already found myself muttering, "What the fuck" just because it's too much for me to handle.  I've also said, "Why, God, why?!" and "Jesus Christ, Tritia, stop bitching."

I'm a whiner.

I watched some Arrested Development earlier to get me amped up and I giggled a lot, so that helped?  Every time Buster yelled, "I'M A MOOOONSTERRR!!" I laughed pretty hard and clapped my hands, because that's what I do.  I also saw Phyllis from The Office on an episode and promptly yelled out, "PHYLLIS!" out of excitement.

I've also been listening to music while I pack and while I'm having fun dancing around to Britney and Katy Perry, it's still not fantastically fun.

I also hid in a box for a minute.  Why?  Because I could.  I mean, why the hell else would I do that, honestly.