Boxes. EVERYWHERE BOXES!

I asked my stepdad if he could get me some boxes for packing my stuff in and he got me a pile of boxes that nearly reaches the ceiling, DAMN! Thats a lot of boxes. Never mind, the packing has started and now I somehow have to condence a whole one bedroom flat into two rooms. What to keep, what to scrap and what to store? Never thought it would be so difficult to deside and since me and the rodent are still crashing round my folks house I haven't got a lot done.
I guess the biggest problem is I'm an unstoppable horder. While sorting through one box I found a magazine from 2007 - shouldn't I have recycled that? I also hate getting rid of stuff that other people have bought for me JUST incase (and pigs will fly first) they find out I've gotten rid of it. Never mind, I've got until July to get all of this sorted out anyways. I just need to consentrate on the important stuff, like:

• Its my Mum's birthday tomorow...I've left her present round my flat and I can't get to it. Argh!
• My skills test is due to be handed in by 9:30 on thursday, have I started to type it up? Nooooo! Crap!

Ugh, never mind, no point moaning. It'll all come out in the wash! :D