Packing is driving me crazy.

I am not nearly done packing.
My dad leaves tomorrow.
He has his first day of work in our new location.

I don't leave until mid-August.

I would leave later if I didn't have to prepare for school.

I haven't been feeling so great at all recently.
Headaches.
Stomachaches.
Bug bites.
Over heated.

I know, I am a special child.
Yet I have managed to pack through this discomfort.
Not that I have a choice...

We don't even have the move set yet.
As in a date.

On Sunday I am going out though.
Tomorrow, that is.

I am going to a slumber party.
Except not.
I am only going for a few hours.
Because I don't want to risk getting sick.
Not from the other people, but from not sleeping.

Almost everyone is gone.
Id est: out of the country, at camp, taking summer courses, working
Whatever you can think of -- my friends are not available.
My two best friends are 1) out of the country and 2)working at camp
One will be back on Tuesday though and we have talked a lot anyway.
The other, I don't remember when her return is, but I am awaiting it.

I can't even speak.
I am trying to say this without sounding like an idiot and it isn't working.
Haha.
My fail.

Interesting fact about me?
I like eating ice chips.

Keep Floatin'