Meet Willis, the telephone**

It's times like these when I realize exactly how much I despise moving. I've done it every year for the past six years, so you'd think it would get easier by Year #7... sadly, this is not the case. I hate looking at every single item I own, thinking, 'Will I need this at any point this year or sometime in the future?' and then placing it in the appropriate box/storage tote/area of floor. Making it even better is the fact that I don't know how long I'll be in MN...it could be a year, it could be a while longer. At least at college, you know what people's expectations are; I feel like I'm making this up as I go along.

Grr. Packing sucks.

On the plus side, Amvets is getting tons of stuff from me! Hope those bags of clothes come in handy, guys!

On another plus side, I've got a new toy! The new printer/copier/scanner* I got yesterday is now my new best friend. (And named Punky Brewster, according to Moose. His new kick is naming appliances after 80s sitcom characters. I guess so they get along better with Fred the cello and Woodrow the violin.) Yay for technology and ways to keep me amused. Now I can finally print out some of those pictures I've been taking for the past two years.

Enough procrastination for now. Hopefully I'll update before I leave, unless I throw myself despairingly into a suitcase first.

*sounds like I'm trying to be a technology snob, but the thing is really not that top-of-the-line. Nonetheless, it's quite cool.

**Edit: Apparently I misunderstood Moose the other day on the phone: see his comment for details. Of course, this means my violin is now nameless; I thought I had dibs on 'Woodrow' (everyone needs a favorite president) but I guess not. So, new contest: Name Bridget's Violin! Winner will be duly rewarded with cookies.