I hate packing!!!

So last night Helen and I started taking all the pictures down from our room... it's so freaking depressing. I HATE moving/packing.. it's the worst thing ever. I've come to really like my room at manning... and my bed is SO comfy.. WAY comfier than my home bed.. this is bullshit.. maybe i'll just steal the manning bed. "Hey Erika... where you going with that bed?" "uh... nowhere.. .just uhh... thought i'd strap it to my car and drive around staff housing"... Ah so many manning memories.. (that was some sweet alliteration if I've ever seen it) ANYWAYS... I have ridiculous amounts of energy right now because I rode my bike home from the ski hill today to practice for the quadrathlon.. I'm starting to get rather stoked for that! Chris Martin was at the hill today.. oh dear... he didnt' bring up the new years fiasco so that was good, so far: not akward at all! Today at work, I put a ski pole handle in as my shifter, MAN I'm productive... they really must love paying me..

well speaking of the tercel, i should go make sure helen didnt' crash it.

"You gonna eat that stapler?"