Mom came into my room earlier while I was watching GTO. She said they absolutely had to send back my poor iBook tomorrow, and I gave her that, "You're killing me inside and I'll mourn for months" face. Maybe they're both aware of how much this laptop means to me. Yeah, it means A LOT. I love it to death and I'll hate to see it go...

I wish they had warned me last night or something so I would've been like, "Shit, gotta copy everything onto blank discs!" already. I mean I have been but I still have a lot to burn and trash. Half of me is prepared to give it away, the other half is saying, "Fight to the death!" I'm going to hide it under my bed so that they don't send it back while I'm asleep or something. I'll try my best to convince them...of what, I don't know, do I really deserve this iBook? I think my sanity does, and that's no over-exaggeration.

Please, please, please let me get what I want this time. I'm not a greedy person (for the most part). Just let me keep this one shred of home left and I'll never ask for anything ever again (except for on holidays). I don't feel this is the end for my iBook and me, but I'm scared. I don't know what I'll do without it again. We've had a lot of great memories, Whitey Jr. (Whitey Sr. being my silver mp3 player, of course). I'll never forget you. You got me through a lot of tough and great times, and for that I thank you.

We move to Canada Friday. Why do I feel like I want to cry but I can't? I should let it out before we start the drive. I hope it isn't too long.

Farewell to everything I've grown accustomed too once more. I love you all. Please don't forget me...because I never forget the people and things I have to part with.

I will learn to say good-bye again.

-Grimster