Packing...packing...packing.  I'm finally packed, but Danny is not.  I'm in his room right now, sitting amongst the mess, in dismay at how many belongings he actually has.  I'm ready for .:V:.A:.C:.A:.T:.I:.O:.N:.  Am I ready to start up classes again?  No, but I will be when vacation and fair are over.  I wish that Danny was packed so that we could spend some "quality" time together.  I've been going over to my apartment all week packing up all my stuff so Chi-Chi is finally used to people again, but I think she knows that we're moving again.  She's going to stay at mamaw's house.  I'm kinda scared about her staying there because Mamaw smokes like a fiend and Chi-Chi is not used to that.  My papasan chair is in my room, thanks to *T*U*C*O*!! 
  The white white walls in this room are killing my thinking process.  I can't concentrate because Mike is back and he's blabbering on the phone...hehe...Danny is outside helping Allison figure out how her car works...and me, well i'm just sitting here in the trash heap trying to write a journal entry and not really succeeding at it.