Post 01:: The Start Of Something New

Yeahh ohkayy the title is cliche. Whatever.

At the moment, I am packing all of my belongings into boxes and preparing to move about an hour away, to Novi. I'm nervous to be moving away from the room that I've known for so long, and actually loved.

Even when my house was hell, my room was a safe haven for me. I painted it and I hung all my posters on the wall, and. . . shit, bro. I don't know. I'm gonna miss it.

 I got a letter from Secretary of State today, and they told me that I was on probation.
Wait, what ?
I haven't done ANYTHING.
I am so completely confused about this, and my family is, too.
So I need to go to Secretary of State and straighten it out, and then I need to go to the bank, and then I need to finish my packing. I'm so lazy, and I procrastinate all the day. . . . I need to send a package to my friend Nammy, who lives in Georgia, and I need to give my friend Jacob a book that I borrowed from him and a cupcake holder-y-type-thingy, I'm not sure what it is but it's like, a small bag in the shape of a cupcake. And Jacob loves cupcakes. So I am going to give it to him.

Laying down, listening to the new River City Extension CD. . . .
But I don't really see the problem when every stranger that I meet fits like a glove, RIGHT ?
. . . my fingers hurt. Yesterday I got stars tattooed on my fingers, right above my fingernails and below the first knuckle.
Never get your fingers tattooed
It's right on the bone
It hurts like SHIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttt, omg.
Ow.
Never ever ever.

Anyway, back to packing. ^-^