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I have so much packing to do still. I have Jonas lined up to help me actually move the crap up to my room but I still have a ton of work to do before I can even think about loading my mom's van up on Monday morning. I have this awful feeling that I'm going to forget something stupid (like dryer sheets) and that I'll have to go back home, giving my parents time to think of things that I have to do for them that will keep me off campus for a good day. Sometimes I really hate being an only child.
BUT ANYWAY, dear Jonas is pretty much saving my life because I would have killed myself if I tried to move all of my stuff in alone. Granted, I moved myself out last spring because everyone was pretty much gone by my assigned time BUT I had already taken a small load home beforehand so there wasn't as much to take. And I didn't have a full(ish) food box in addition to a plastic tub full of baking supplies. Or at least $650 worth of textbooks.
I'm nervous but excited at the same time. This is similar to how I felt last year, but this time around I'm nervous about completely different things. Since when was liking someone supposed to be this stressful? Maybe I've just forgotten what it's like because it's been so long since I actually gave a shit about this kind of thing. Who knows.
On a sidenote, there is a mosquito in this room that I can't seem to kill. I keep narrowly missing the little bloodsucker.
BUT ANYWAY, dear Jonas is pretty much saving my life because I would have killed myself if I tried to move all of my stuff in alone. Granted, I moved myself out last spring because everyone was pretty much gone by my assigned time BUT I had already taken a small load home beforehand so there wasn't as much to take. And I didn't have a full(ish) food box in addition to a plastic tub full of baking supplies. Or at least $650 worth of textbooks.
I'm nervous but excited at the same time. This is similar to how I felt last year, but this time around I'm nervous about completely different things. Since when was liking someone supposed to be this stressful? Maybe I've just forgotten what it's like because it's been so long since I actually gave a shit about this kind of thing. Who knows.
On a sidenote, there is a mosquito in this room that I can't seem to kill. I keep narrowly missing the little bloodsucker.