Rodrick was excited, because Mom and Dad were letting his band play, and they were even PAYING him. We’d sent out invitations to just about everyone on our street, and we set everything up in our yard. So Mom decided we’d just throw a party for OURSELVES. Mom’s been hoping our neighbors would throw us a going-away party, but with all the construction over the past month, we’re not that POPULAR around here. He wants to make sure none of his Civil War figurines break, so he’s using a whole roll of bubble wrap for each ONE. The person who’s taking the LONGEST is DAD.

It’s gonna be TIGHT, but we should be done by the time the moving trucks show up next weekend. Mom created a binder and a schedule for everyone in the family, and we’re all responsible for boxing up our own stuff. Saturday School ended a week ago, and while everyone ELSE is already enjoying their summer vacation, we’ve been PACKING. So I wrote some extra stuff with the stick to give me a little wiggle room, just in case. I didn’t wanna mention that to Rowley, because I knew it would set him off again. It made me a little uncomfortable writing in something so PERMANENT, though, especially since I didn’t know what the friend situation would be in my new neighborhood. He said we should write our NAMES in the cement with a stick and put “BEST FRIENDS” underneath. On the way home from school today, we had to walk in the grass because they’d just repaved the sidewalk. And even when he IS keeping it together, he still says these little things that make me feel GUILTY about moving. Even though he keeps promising he’s not gonna go all BLUBBERY on me, the smallest thing can set him off. Ever since I told Rowley that we’re officially MOVING, he’s been a total MESS.

That’s not even my WORST problem, though. And I’m seriously thinking about the JAIL option again, because I don’t know if I can last the rest of the school year dealing with Kelson Garrity. But Becky went straight to the TEACHER, and five minutes later I had a new lab partner. So during Biology I told Becky I’d had a crush on her ever since fifth grade. I realized that next year I won’t be going to school with these kids, and that’s what gave me the courage to finally tell Becky Anton that I LIKED her. I thought about whether or not that would be WORTH it, but I decided I could just suck it up for a little while longer. But she said if I don’t go to school, they could throw her and Dad in JAIL. Since it’s almost summer, I asked Mom if I could SKIP classes for the rest of the year. Now that I know for SURE we’re moving, I have a TOTALLY different attitude about school. The other thing the buyers want us to do is get rid of the HOT TUB, because they have young kids and they’re worried about SAFETY.

Diary of a wimpy kid wrecking ball