I hate moving. Every time I move I wonder how I managed to accumulate so much shit. Then I wonder how it all fit in the space I had it and how I'm going to fit it into the space I'm moving into. I've just spent the last two days trying to "unpack" and instead of the living room being covered with things and a few boxes in my room, there's piles of stuff in my office, in the living room and in my bedroom.

Today, Meagan came over and helped me move the furniture in my office around so I could fit my futon in here. Now I'm sitting in my office next to my futon and there's two piles of books at least 3 feet high in the corner and four piles of books 2 feet high behind me. My room is cluttered with small boxes that were being stored in my office as well as random decorations that used to be in here and several piles of books all at least 2 feet high. Plus, there are still clothes on the floor. Finally, in the living room is a random assortment of office supplies, books, cooking items and stuffed animals. I have no idea what the hell I'm going to do with all of it, but hey...it's all there.

I got my computer set up and my dad bought me a 300GB external hard drive. I found it in the middle of my stuff in the living room as I was unpacking. It's always nice to find a random present in the middle of your day. I've got that set up already and I've started transferring music from Cd's and my computer already.

I'm relaxed, but busy which is weird because I'm not very stressed. I keep waiting for the stress to pile up again though. I'm wondering when it will. I'm still planning my trip to Europe and I still have to do the recruitment video for Phi Mu. We'll see how that goes.

Regardless, I'm keeping busy and I have to find a place for all my shit.