Guess why I'm here! Guess, guess! That's right, I has a paper due later today and I don't wanna do it. Not yet. Scary, scary. So instead I will update my non-followers on my life. 'Cuz that's how I roll, bitches.

Alright. News. Let's see... I have a boyfriend now. His name is Charles. If any of you non-followers have read that one post from a while back (in which I was "slightly" crazy) that I have since deleted, you would be vaguely familiar with this kid. As it stands you are not. Vaguely familiar with him. Because I have no subscribers and no one is reading this. Hmm...He has long hair. He wears a lot of black. His wardrobe basically consists of black shirts with smart-ass comments on them, and black tripp pants. He occassionally wears jeans and it's a little shocking whenever he does, because it's hard to adjust to the lack of black. He likes anime and video games. He is also a bit of a redneck, which you wouldn't think would mesh well with gothy/blackness, but he makes it work somehow. I like him.

My family is also moving. My parents bought a house in town (as opposed to the edge of town, where we are now). It's real nice. I get this awesome room. It'll be slightly more awesome if it was carpeted, but my parents are poor, so they're working on it. By working on it, I mean that it won't happen for a few months because they need to pay the contractor, make house payments, and other bills, and crazy. But I shall deal, because I don't feel like paying for my own carpet. That makes me sound lazy and ungrateful, but I'm not rich myself and I am not currently employed and... I like carpet that I don't have to pay for? Yay free carpet?

So, yeah. That is ma life. Oh, yes. And my parents are crazy, and are not employing moving people to move our stuff. They are just renting a moving van and hoping to rope people we know into helping us load and unload it. So far the number of people doing the loading and unloading is two: 1. Me, 2. My dad. Everyone else in my family is working or physically incapable. And we have yet to rope anyone else in. I reiterate: crazy. I'm thinking about asking Charles to help. He'd do it for his girfriend, right? Riiight? Yeah, maybe not.