I spent the whole of yesterday moving in to my new house which is by the way, very small. But size aside, I'm getting along fine. I'm just so effing tired and I think I pulled a muscle while carrying boxes. Anyway, I have ban tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it much cause I'm so tired and I don't think I'm up for it at all. I'm not up for anything really. Anyway, yesterday, at about 12.30 in the morning, the dumbass living down stairs knocked his ceiling, which is our floor. And I think he did it on purpose, some people are HUGE dumbasses and I mean HUGE. Anyway, dumbasses aside I slept okay. Thank god, I was so tired. I hate moving in general right now. I want to lie down and rot for about an hour or so, or at least until I think I can stand up without wanting to keel over and die. There's new episodes of Spongebob, Patrick's a genius, and I'm not being sarcastic. Haha. Okay, Anyway, I'm gonna go read now.