It's the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine)

Move-out was today. Actually, clean-out is a better term. I scoured the tub early this morning (like 2:30), and was almost blinded by the results. My bathtub, which my and my suitemates shared, was a grayish black color, expect for the two footmarks in the bottom. After a little bleach and elbow grease, I was almost stunned awake by the level of brightness the shone forth.

After the tub was the rest of my stuff in the room, most of which went into convenient plastic tubs, which those went into a cool blue wheeling thing, which I took down all nine floors of my dorm by elevator. After sponging the floor (I currently lack a mop) clean, I cleaned the counters (with a different sponge, don't worry) of all coffee stains.

The bed was the easiest; I just took all four corners of the sheet and trapped all bedding material, preventing any escapes. That also went in the cool blue wheeling thing. I then took this cool blue wheeling thing downstairs and loaded my car with all my stuff.

I drove the 1.8 miles to my new apartment, and my mom and little sister met me there. I unloaded my car, then a cool little futon bed from my mom's car. This is the coolest bed in the world-not only is it extremely comfortable, but it also folds into a couch when you want it.

I also now (finally) have a roommate who dislikes the television as much as I do.

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