Lessons Learned: Moving Sucks

After a Quantum Leap Marathon with SquirrelAss and MrHanes on Sunday, BitchNichole raced home to begin packing for her move back to the wonderfully flat lands of Kansas. Around 3:00 A.M. She began packing up Sean Ess Dog for the 5.5 hour drive. At this time there was no one lurking around the Bronco Village Apartments and BitchNichole recieved no warnings or feelings of discomfort. A mere two hours later she returned to the parking lot to take down several bags of trash. She did a quick look through of these bags before dropping them into the dumpster to ensure that she was not disposing of anything too important. It was at this time that a security "officer" approached the stressed out, disheveled, welsh goddess to inquire who she was and what she was doing digging through the garbage. She quickly explained that she was simply in the middle of moving and throwing out some trash from her apartment. After identifying her as a student the "officer" left and BitchNichole wondered out loud how security says nothing when she is going through Sean Ess Dog late at night but questions her when she is throwing away trash. Oh well.

BitchNichole continued to pack until she got frustrated and decided to take a nap around 6:00 A.M. She woke up at 7:00, grabbed breakfast from Burger King and rented out a storage shed because there was no way Sean Ess Dog would be able to haul all her crap back to Kansas.

The drive back to Kansas was fairly uneventful. BitchNichole listen to several mixes that random people had made her during the last five years that she was unable to listen to, for some reason or another until this point in her life. She learned several lessons while listening to these mixes:
1. The Lawrence local scene is way better than the Lincoln local scene.
2. E-RickYost's tast in music is nothing like my own (though I do like the single girls song)
3. That creepy boy would have been my dream boy in highschool (guess its too late now)
4. I think some one was in love with me at one point in time (I never noticed and now its too late)
Also a bunch of hicks outside of a Casey's made fun of Sean Ess Dog's body damage. But that was pretty much it. She arrived back in Tongie and unpacked her car and slept in until an embarrassing hour (not necessarily in that order).

Pictures will follow I can't find my connector thingy right now. Moving sucks and I am completely unorganized.