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.