So in less than a week I'll be back in Ottawa. While the first three months of the summer were neverending and I couldn't wait for August to get here, I'm left wondering "where the hell did August go?".

The downside to getting ready for school is packing. My mother refuses to stay home, so now we only have half of the backseat of my father's Mercury Mystique plus the trunk for my shit. Super. Today I started bringing up my stuff from the basement and putting it in my brother's old room [since he finally moved out]. I had to go through everything and decide what I don't need, or want and cramming things into fewer containers.

While there's no battle for most of the items, we differ when it comes to one thing. More precisely, 20 things. She hates my Lord of the Rings action figure collection, and thinks it will be a waste of space in the car.

No fucking way am I leaving them behind!

I swear, there will be a fist fight. A bad one. They may be little plastic men [and dwarves, and hobbits, and ents...] but dammit, I love them. I need them. They make me insanely happy. When I'm stressed, or bored, or whatever, I like to pose and play with them. Mind you, it's generally on slash-y perverted terms, but it works for me, mmmkay? There's nothing wrong with a little Gornie-on-Faramir action.

Also this year I'm taking more down. Last year we bought things like sheets, towels and crap in Ottawa, to save on space. So now we have all of that, plus the George Forman grill I got for Christmas and the crockpot I'm swiping from the basement.

I think if she has to sit for 7 hours with a crockpot or plant on her lap it's her own fault.