This house is looking stranger by the moment. The shelves are devoid of DVDs, the strings of lights are nowhere to be found, and yet there are still untouched places (read: the kitchen) that I am SO not looking forward to moving. v.v;

My bedroom isn't even really close to done. Well, it's closer than it was, but that's still not really cutting it. Kristin and I are staying one more night here, and then Monday is the bulk of the moving-- my desk and such, the mattress, all those large things that can't fit into a car.

We still don't have a truck planned, though. Why don't I know anyone with a truck? I'm very much afraid that my desk or bookshelf will break in transit. Why did I have to buy glass ones? D: (answer: because they look freakin' sweet.) AAAAGH. Slight case of panic.

I feel really weak and vertigo-y today. Lame.