Well, we’ve moved. You know, moving, like the actual act of moving from one house to another, really isn’t that bad. It’s the packing and unpacking that sucks. Or the pre-unpacking stage. You know boxes piled to the ceiling, covering almost every inch of walking space? Yeah, that’s really the part that sucks. The actual moving really isn’t that horrible. Fill the truck up, unload the truck. Volia! You’re done. Then everyone leaves and you go inside and stare at the tower of boxes that you now get to unpack and somehow find a place for. Though, I can’t really complain. I don’t have to do much. Since I work all day long, my mom really does all the work. I helped as much as I could this weekend. I unpacked most of the kitchen yesterday. (While watching Pride & Prejudice.) Moving did make me realize one thing. I have a lot more stuff to move to Cedar City than I thought I did. In other words: Ugh.
I am moving back to Cedar City on August 16th. And because I can’t check into my apartment on a Saturday or Sunday, I have to stay at my step-great-grandmother’s house for a couple days then move in on Monday. By myself. Up four flights of stairs that have gaping holes in the back of them. Christine may die. Lol. It probably won’t be that bad. Just hot. So, if anyone is going down to Cedar City between the 18th and the 21st of August, let me know. You may become my new best friend.
Breaking Dawn comes out on Saturday. My mom and I have cleared the whole day. So if you can’t find us, reach us, and we don’t answer our cell phones, we’re reading. And won’t resurface, probably until Sunday at church. And depending on whether or not we’ve finished it, we may disappear again. I know, I know. Its just a book right? Wrong. So very, very, very wrong. In my family, a book is not just a book. You have to understand how my family is with reading. 90% of the time, we’re reading. Or writing, if you’re talking about the boys. See, we lived in an area for a year that doesn’t get TV reception, unless you get dish. Which we didn’t want. So for a year, we didn’t have TV. And I don’t mean we didn’t have cable. We didn’t have TV. Nothing. Nadda. We sometimes got one channel. The inspiration channel. We just don’t watch TV. We watch movies. Lots of movies. More the boys then the girls. But on Friday nights we’ll all watch a movie and then, Saturday, we hit the books again. We had to box all of our books up, you know, because we moved. Guess how many boxes of books there were? 30. And about 6 of those are just mine. We like books. So, yes, you may think we’re weird because we’re going to disappear for a whole Saturday just to read a new book, but you can tell us that on Sunday. After we’ve finished it.
P.S. And it’s not just any book. It’s Twilight. Need I say more?
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