It’s Wednesday.
And I have GOT to stop starting my sentences with “so, ___” because that gets SO ANNOYING. Least to me. I don’t like it so much. It’s…well, not right.
Very frustrating.
I go to do it all the time and only half the time I stop myself. I need sentence variety!
I think I write in my notebook too much. Well, actually, part of the problem is it’s wide-ruled paper, so there’s less lines on a page. But still. I used up 8 sides of paper yesterday. That’s four pages. In one day. And that’s the daily average. Sometimes I get more than that. Last night I had to stop myself from going more, because I could have, but one, wanted to sleep, and two, don’t want to finish this freaking notebook by next Monday.
Because I could.
Well, possibly.
We’re going out to my dad’s tonight, to get more stuff.
And tomorrow night, we’re going out to get furniture. So I can have a bed. And a desk. Though it’s not all going to fit in the back of my dad’s truck. Well, least ways I don’t think it all will. My bed (which is really big, but comes apart, but still), and my dresser (small dresser, but still) and my desk (that doesn’t come apart). Well, it might fit. But I don’t know.
And the bookshelf which I may or may not be getting. If I don’t get the bookshelf, I’m going to be very frustrated. Because will have nowhere to put my books, you see.
Oh yeah, and I also have a shelf-thing, too. And the filing cabinet. That’s about…oh, and my desk chair.
Damn I have lotsa big stuff.
Either way, getting more stuff tonight and tomorrow night.
Then it’ll be Friday. And that’s the day we’re getting TV.
And I might have to move where my TV is. Not sure yet. But I’m getting TV in my room (like, channels) and so have to have the TV where the cord-thing can get to it.
Then Saturday, and I’m leaving Sunday morning.
It’s really really close. I have, however, made a list of all the stuff I need/should take. I’m not sure if it’s complete yet or not, though. But it’s a start.
And other than that…I don’t think there’s anything.
If there was, I surely forgot it.
Of course. Because, well, I’m good at forgetting things. Of course. Don’t be silly. 
