It's me against the time zone

Being out til about 5am definitely is not helping me adjust to East Coast time! It's so bad that I don't even hear my alarm in the morning whatsoever. Actually, I think maybe it does wake me and I just don't remember it waking me. I'll wake up at 2 and I'll see my lap top is closed and I always go to sleep with a movie playing on my lap top so I must have woke up at some point and closed it. I'm so mad at my sleeping self. Wake up! Get back in the zone! We keep missing all the sun!

Home sweet nope

Went down to Millville for the first time since my parents moved away. It was a little weird. When I arrived at the house, no one was home so I had a little time to unwind with Gizmo alone. Routinely the first thing Gizmo would do when we arrived at the house after I freed him from the leash was to search out my mother. He pretty much did the same thing this time, but to no avail. It was definitely a sad moment. He ran from the kitchen to her bedroom to her painting room and cried all the while. The rest of the night he sat on my brother's couch and looked at the front door. He just waited for her to come home. Of course she never did. It was weird to be there without any of the regular comforts of home. But I admit I was digging my brother's HDTV. I never really watched an HDTV. It was really the longest I ever had. Toy Story never looked so bright to me!

Saddest day of 2010

Day of the big move. Wilder (my eldest brother), Zoee (my dad's dog), my father, and my mother departed for their long journey to Long Beach, CA. When my father came downstairs early in the morning, I got right up from my make shift bed and went upstairs and got in bed with my mother. I was pretty much crying all morning from that point on. Kind of like I do whenever I hear "Home" by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes. I cannot hear that song without crying anymore. Anyway, after they left, I hung around the house with my brother, Andrew and his roommate, Don, and tried to pull myself together. Eventually the drugs kicked in and I went to the hefty task of loading my car up with everything that I had acquired from my mother over the weekend due to the move and due to the early Christmas. It was a lot of stuff, as you can see. After I got home, Gizmo and I pretty much just laid on the couch all night. I can honestly say I have no idea what I would do if I didn't have Gizmo in my life. Considering what I was going through when I got him, he's pretty in tune to my emotions and is the sweetest, most comforting little monster when I'm upset. I can't imagine loving anything more than I love him. Well, except maybe my mother.