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I'm all excited and happy because I won first place in my Worth1000 contest! Of course, I'm still in the training grounds... I won 100 more credits and a shiny gold medal to put on my mantle. I also got a juror's pick so I got a gold star, too. My worth shot up from 8 to 14 and my ranking is now 688. Plus my name is on the homepage while Worth is getting all kinds of media attention. That rocks so much!

On the down side, I'm more nervous than ever about my apartment situation. I got a fax from the new place stating that my move-in day of the 19th is dependent upon the moveout date of the current tenant. I knew that, but they told me it would be ready no later than the 15th and I'm giving them extra time. I don't know why, that just makes me really nervous. Plus, I don't see anything in the documentation saying that I own a cat. I'm positive I told them about it. I'm wondering if I should say anything now or wait till later. I'll be so relieved when this is over. The tension is doing horrible things to me. Three months is way too long to feel this way.

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For the past hour I have been completely immersed in a friend's journal. I forgot I was at work. That was the creepy part. I just looked around and realized I'm being paid right now and I have a half-finished diet coke sitting next to me. It all just seemed very surreal for a moment. Everything seems so much brighter now.

I need to start packing. I've got a few boxes set aside and I can start packing up movies, CDs and winter clothes. I used to keep a pretty clean apartment, but lately I've been wondering what the point of it is. I'm just going to pack it all up in less than a month anyway. But that's what got me into trouble last time I moved. Granted, last time I didn't want to move and this time I'm dying to. I've got Justin and I set up to sign the lease on the 19th and I think we will move over light stuff that day. We've got friends coming over on the 20th to move the big stuff. If I could fit my mattresses into my little Kia, I would move those over that day, too. My little car has amazing capacity for its size, but a queen size mattress is just too much.

Mom and I did a bunch of decorating when she came to visit back in April. It's going to break my heart to undo it. She insisted we decorate when I told her how much I hated my apartment. She thought it would make me feel at home. It worked for about two weeks, but that was when the leasing office started putting threatening notes under my door that they were going to remove Sabastion if I didn't clean up the hallway. (Note: Sabby doesn't go into the hallway. The smell was caused by the constant flooding the hallway gets) I just feel sick about the whole thing. I shouldn't think about it, but it's time to go home again. Sad that I would rather stay here than go home...