Well, I'll be moved out by tomorrow. I really should pack my things and sleep, but I can't. I'm too nervous (which isn't great for mood instability, by the way).

I can't wait to be moved in. I hate his dorm so much. Coco and I have argued more and more recently, and I think the stress from school along with our poor moods have been the cause of it. Getting into a house together with some friends might help out. It will be nice to feel at home again.

What get's me is our landlord's daughter: we can't trust her now because she mislead us so much about how many roommates we can have, the colors we can paint the walls, and the fact that the house is still up for sale, commercially. This means if the house is sold within the next 4 months, we have to find a new place to live around the time of finals next fall semester. We would have liked to have known that.

Knowing that know makes it much harder to care about the house. Sure, the house has been on the market for two years without a sale, but the uncertainty of living there makes for some apathy and nervousness.