Moving sucks

Today I am moving for the third time this summer. Although I did this exact same thing last summer, that doesn't make it any less of a hassle or any more enjoyable. The only good thing that comes from moving is that it forces me to clean my room and to get rid of old junk that I don't need.

I'm currently waiting for my mother to come and help me move (a last minute decision, made in part by her own parental proddings) and I've been trying to "pack" my buttload of clothes into garbage bags to minimize difficulties, since everyone knows that clothes are probably the most pain in the ass thing to move. The worst part to pack is the clothes on hangers - whose idea was it to hang clothes up anyway? Stupid.

Here are some things that I've realized should've appeared by now while packing but have failed to do so yet:

• Vibrator
• CDs from car
• Various items of clothing

And here are some things that have spontaneously appeared in my room, much to my excitement:

• 1 GB flash drive
• An extra pair of scissors (probably stolen accidentally - oops!)
• Plenty of AA batteries
• An exorbitant amount of cash, hidden in various places around my room

Judging by the swiftness of my last move (which was done all on my own, thank you very much) and the level of preparedness I'm at right now, I feel comfortable saying that this should be the smoothest move of them all. At least, that's the hope, right?