The beginning is nigh

But my packing isn't anywhere near done. Actually, I haven't begun! Which makes my mom stressed. I've found the mathematical formula to this problem; The more carefree/relaxed I am about packing, the more stressed she is! So I've been sent to my room to figure out what I want to take with me, and that is why I'm writing this entry as we speak. It's a good way to ignore the mess that is my room. And my brother's. Apparently, I have so much stuff I have to fill 2 rooms with just clothes and random electronic toys.

Had a nice little chat with said mum earlier, and she said straight out that she's gonna cry when I leave. Aaaaw =). Which prompted me to ask the obvious question...

Cut to scene:


Me:             Did you cry when my big sister went to Canada to get the same education?
Mom:          ...no
Me:             Hah! You love me more!

I do recall her saying something else after that, but to be honest, I ignored it. It's called narcissism. And perhaps denial.

Also, my dad gave me the finger of love. Yes, it was the middle finger, and some people may call it something else, but I like to make up my own stuff. I got it probably because he thought I was so good at pointing out the weird position of a window in the new garage. It has the wonderful view of... a wall... 5 feet away.

Cut to another scene:



Me:           Wow. That window is very helpful.
Dad:          What? You need it for the view... err.. so you can get light...
Dad:         *Finger of Love*



In other news, I realized that it's autumn, and around these times there's a bucketload of shows with season premieres! And by shows I mean AMERICAN shows. On AMERICAN tv. Which means I'll be able to watch them on tv in North Dakota :D At least I hope so. If it turns out that we won't have a decent channel out of the 67 (!!!) we get, I'm gonna cry. There's a very limited time of how long I'm able to watch bible channels.


Ugh.. I'm running low on things to say, which means I probably have to dive into the pile of clothes on my brother's floor. But before I log off and groan before doing some tedious packing,


OPEN INVITATION!


Sunday September 26th, at 1700 hours at Hovden airport. Be there or be square. (I've never really understood that phrase.. insight anyone?) 
To say goodbye to meee! I need my ego stroked one last time before I leave.