If That's Moving Up Then I'm Moving Out

That's right. I'm finally all moved out of my parents' house! Well, they're moved out too, but that's another story that I do not wish to share in this blog. I officially moved out yesterday with a caravan of classy characters (alliteration) and all my stuff is sitting in the basement of my new house. I can't move in until next week because the current residents have a lease until then. So, I'm bumming beds off friends for the next week down at school; I am very grateful for all of them and all of the help I have been getting over this very testy period. Hopefully in a week, my life can begin to take on some semblence of normalcy. Once I'm moved in, I have to get started on some serious routinized nonsense. As soon as I'm in the new place, my diet begins. Cooking for myself means taking control of my diet. Add exercise and you'll have a lighter Troutman. Let's hope.

On the girl front... an interesting comment from a friend of mine. Apparently, she senses a "vibe" whenever I'm around a certain individual, a "reciprocal vibe." I need to investigate... I'm very scared to investigate because I don't want to take any vibes where they don't belong. We'll see. I'll probably just curl up into a ball and not do anything. Sigh.