Wednesday June 12th 8:15 pm Mom and dad will not leave me alone and I am about to go...erm...what is a good word for crazy and insane? Oh, I know! Martha Stewart. I am about to go Martha Stewart on them. They keep pestering me to start packing up my clothes. It's not my fault that we are moving in five days, and it just so happens that the same time I could be packing Jesse always calls. I mean sure, I did tell him to call, and yah, maybe I told him to call RIGHT after dinner, and ok I also admit I told him to set aside a 5 and a half hour time to talk to me so that I wouldn't have to pack, but it's still not my fault! ARG! Life is so not fair.

9:25 pm Its official, Jesse is the worst boyfriend ever. After complaining to me for 5 minutes about how his ear hurt and he really needed to do his homework for Algebra, he said he had to go and hung up on me. WHY CAN'T HE THINK ABOUT ANYONE BUT HIMSELF? Gosh its always " me, me, me!". Oh that reminds me, I need to tell Mom to make time to buy me the new linkin park C.D. because I need it for Lyndsays party...

9:30 pm Mom caught me off the phone and went ballistic-amous on me because nothing was packed. Now I am stuck in my prison cell of a room packing and moving boxes around. They may treat me like a prisoner but there is NO WAY I am wearing and orange suit...yuck...I mean COMMON! Bright orange? Whoever made that suit was fashionably challenged.

9:45 pm A box can make quite a cozy bed if you shove a planket down in it. Unfortunatly Mojo thinks that too and now I can't get his stupid cat brained self out of it...

10:00 pm I am never touching a box again. I just broke a nail and a half picking one up...

10:01 pm ...and the box was empty...