Our day began at noon and we looked at each other and relized how much we had to do. First we had to pack and he had to work on transcriping some music, and I had to work on some shading on a game and…and

Oh, I forgot I was writing a blog.

Anyway, to get our day started we ate some hot dogs and I started packing Brandons room. Easy enough; throwing things into boxes and writing naughty messages on each box so everyone would think he was a creep. You know, normal things girlfriends do. All went well until, Starcraft. It was my foe ones more. As Brandon declared he needed a break from the music he settled himself infront of the computer. As he played I centinued my sweep of the room and wandered into the closet. Inside I discovered a pair of shorts. After pretending I was on a dieting program I attempted to fit my whole body into one leg. Then I pretended another pair of jeans was a body suit. I never concluded my boyfriend was ever that big but I suppose he was at some point. When I got the last pair of pants of the shelf a collection of boxes fell on to me. "Brandon!!!!!" I squealed. "What is it?" He looked into the closet and rescued me from the evil box and lunchbox attacking my head. This was anoyance number one.

Next I moved into the bathroom. Which a mans bathroom is not a place most women want to be. The most sanitary spot I have found in there is Paul, the spider. Who I may add is a very cute spider.  While cleaning the shelf I found several little gems. "Brandon!" I shreeked. "What?" Found your razor!" "That nice honey!" He finished the conversation. After five minutes of packing. "huh wow!" I said under my breath. "… what is it hun?" he sighed. "Oh nothing, I wasn't talking to you. But do  you remember that time I got you that coupon for centrium silver. Well, you still have it! … and it expired last year.. neat huh?" I explained as he went on ignoring me. Anoyance number 2.

After dealing with those unsanitary conditions I needed a break. "Honey?" I tabbed on Brandon's shoulder. "What is it?" He turned and looked at me. "Could you hook up the playstation?"… he mumbled and hooked it up.  As he assembled the parts and plugged in nobs and whatever you have to do I continued cleaning the room. "Brandon!" I shrieked. "Play your game…" he said. I looked at the controller and went to work.


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