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So. I'm going to Ben Folds tonight with Brea, and in 7 days I leave for Dayton. Now, if I were going back to Carmel, I'd be freaking out, like, "Oh my God I only have one week of summer left!" But for some reason, right now 7 days feels like a really long time. I think it's cos I have this weird concept of time where it doesn't really exist and I can always do everything "later." It's actually really bad. I still have to finish buying stuff, organize my clothes, read Urban Injustice and write that essay, read that book of poems, work, hang out with people for the last time, and then pack my entire life into a car and transfer it to a new home 6 hours away. So, I mean, I've got time, ya kno? Right. I'm wondering when this is all going to catch up with me. I should make a schedule. But I'm so goddamn lazy and none of it will get done. Currently I have Urban Injustice lying open on page 25 but an lj update seemed necessary. And I went to Jewel today and bought chocolate chips because I want to make cookies, and I want to take a nap. All before 4:00 today, and it's already 2:18. Ok I'm leaving.
P.S. I'm afraid to find out what kind of state I'm going to be in when I try to say goodbye to my friends. All 3 or 4 of them. The ones worth saying goodbye to, anyway.
P.S. I'm afraid to find out what kind of state I'm going to be in when I try to say goodbye to my friends. All 3 or 4 of them. The ones worth saying goodbye to, anyway.