on edge
"For those who say 'theres nothing like a nice cup of tea to calm the nerves' never had real tea, it's like a syringe of adrenalyn straight to the heart!"
~Cheshire Cat
I leave for college in the morning. I'm getting all of those lovely little bumps on my hands and red spots on my ankles the size of pin pricks from nervousness. Not to say that I haven't already begun to pack but I sort of ran out of steam halfway through. I haven't moved since I was 2 and I seem to have accumulated a bit more stuff than I did back then. And I come from a family of packrats so... I wonder if it's all going to fit into the car. I had everything all planned out, of course that accounted for about 10% of what I'm taking now and the other 90% that was added wasn't just unnecessary little things, they were big things like paper for my printer, or scotch tape, and antacids. I sat there dwelling on books and trinkets that I completely forgot about all the other stuff. And now I'm down to the wire. Having relished my 8 or so hours of sleep this morning I go back to getting little to no sleep by staying up late to pack and message on myspace one last time before I dismantle the computer and pack it up for it's journey. And then I get up at 5 to drive down there and be nervous all day.
well, I guess I should get back to packing
For those of you who have ever drank wine and read the label or who have been to the Wine (whine) country of Napa Valley this might have some meaining to you.
I leave you with this:
I would like to spend my days of diminishing sanity at Napa Valley Community College, because the transition between the college and the Napa State Hospital would be virtually unnoticeable. I use this to deduce that the thin line between higher education and mental illness is really as easy to cross as the distance of crossing a double-laned highway, especially when they put in a crosswalk.
~Cheshire Cat
I leave for college in the morning. I'm getting all of those lovely little bumps on my hands and red spots on my ankles the size of pin pricks from nervousness. Not to say that I haven't already begun to pack but I sort of ran out of steam halfway through. I haven't moved since I was 2 and I seem to have accumulated a bit more stuff than I did back then. And I come from a family of packrats so... I wonder if it's all going to fit into the car. I had everything all planned out, of course that accounted for about 10% of what I'm taking now and the other 90% that was added wasn't just unnecessary little things, they were big things like paper for my printer, or scotch tape, and antacids. I sat there dwelling on books and trinkets that I completely forgot about all the other stuff. And now I'm down to the wire. Having relished my 8 or so hours of sleep this morning I go back to getting little to no sleep by staying up late to pack and message on myspace one last time before I dismantle the computer and pack it up for it's journey. And then I get up at 5 to drive down there and be nervous all day.
well, I guess I should get back to packing
For those of you who have ever drank wine and read the label or who have been to the Wine (whine) country of Napa Valley this might have some meaining to you.
I leave you with this:
I would like to spend my days of diminishing sanity at Napa Valley Community College, because the transition between the college and the Napa State Hospital would be virtually unnoticeable. I use this to deduce that the thin line between higher education and mental illness is really as easy to cross as the distance of crossing a double-laned highway, especially when they put in a crosswalk.