Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!

On one of the mornings I got off the night shift and I couldn't sleep I had the idea of changing my room around.

Okay, that's a lie. It started out with me thinking how much I REALLY needed a bookshelf. And I do. I have books EVERY WHERE in my room, to the point where they are flowing out in to every room in my house. And when I say "every room", I mean EVERY ROOM. So, the bookshelf gradually progressed to me thinking about how I should get a desk so I can start filming vlogs in my room. Because honestly, it's really uncomfortable being in my kitchen while my dad is about five steps away listening to me rant on about Harry Potter or how excited I am to leave Halifax, and everything that goes with it, behind for Germany. Anyway, since I couldn't fit the desk we have in my room the way it was originally set up, I decided to change everything around. I'll attempt to get a picture tomorrow because it's still a mess.

Through changing my room around I've realised just how much stuff I have. Like really, really useless things. Things that I don't even know where I got them or why I still have them. And as useless as they are, I had a REALLY hard time throwing a lot of it out. I suppose it just brings me back to my childhood.

Which brings me to another thing. Yesterday, well it's midnight now, so two days ago, I was watching Hook (y'know the one with Robin Williams) and I had a COMPLETE breakdown. My mother walked in to my room to ask if I wanted some carrots and I looked at her and she slowly backed away. It just reminded me horribly that I'm growing up and nothing I do can stop that. It was an awful feeling, but I suppose growing up has it advantages as well. Like being able to move to a different continent by yourself.

It's weird, because as I get closer and closer to leaving I keep wanting to change things. My room has changed now, and I'm thinking about dying my hair right before I go over. I don't know what that's about, perhaps I'll ask Emily if she experienced it in my vlog tomorrow.

And I've yet to get a bookshelf.

Ich Bin Ein Riese Tintenfisch Von Zorn

Which means, "I am a giant squid of anger". I'm thoroughly convinced that this will be the only German I will ever need. You may be thinking, 'how is that even possible? Clearly you may have to ask for directions or something?' My answer to this is no. Just think about it, it clearly expresses anger, because y'know, it has the word anger in it. Or people will think you are insane, and with my horrible accent they will realise I need an English speaking person ASAP. Personally, I think it's brilliant.

If you're wondering where this thought process came from here's the story: I was at work, and I was trying to edit my vlog so Nicole could use a piece of it for our intro for our collab channel on Youtube (I'll talk about this in more detail in the next post). Anyway, these women showed up in the lobby AND WOULD NOT LEAVE. And I don't mean they were there for twenty minutes. I mean, by the time 11:00pm rolled around and it was time for me to go THEY WERE STILL THERE. They quite literally decided their apartment was not good enough to talk in, so they went out to the lobby. So, for the first hour, I quietly sat there. I mean, I couldn't play my video at work, especially when you can hear me say "fucking fuck" when I mess up on a take. So, after that first hour I've decided, if I play it quietly enough they out be able to hear it. So, I spent the next hour with my ear to my laptop, attempting to edit a video.

Also, I made an attempt to eat spaghetti without them seeing, so I had to duck my head down behind the counter every time I took a bite.

On a lighter note...

* Giant squid of anger... If you don't know where it's from... Google it.