Right now I am having one of those times where I feel like a lot is on my mind, and yet my mind is blank. Now let me contradict this:
Tomorrow Hannah and I are going on our trip. It is going to be amazing but I guess I am slightly stressed out. In the morning I want to tidy my room and I feel that there is a lot of random stuff I need to make sure I have. I plan on packing light, but I need to make sure I have things like tickets, directions, address book, and batteries (to name a few). Our trip has a definite outline. This is exciting because it means spontaneity... but i guess somewhat frightening for me because I feel like something will go wrong. I am being silly. Nothing will go wrong. We are going to see the fucking faint. I know it will be the best concert of my life.
The next week includes: Driving, public transportation, two concerts, seeing friends, and hostels. It will be grand.
Tomorrow morning I told Nate he should come over as I tidy my room. He and I realized the other night that with me leaving tomorrow and him leaving on Tuesday...we will not see eachother until Christmas. Odd. This is starting to happen with a lot of my friends. Hannah and Sarah are moving in the next few days. Many people start leaving for school around the 18th... Julia gets back around then, as does Jackie, and I will only have one week to see them before I leave. I think I am going to start packing my room soon. To minimize it for while I am gone, and to organize my shit.
So I now know everyone that I will be living with in the house. I am in a bedroom for two girls, myself and Paris. All the rooms have nicknames and ours is The Princess Room. Perfect.
I am leaving in about three weeks. It will most likely be very healthy for me. Healthy because I won't beat myself up about things back home. Healthy because I need to get away and sort out priorities and question everything. Healthy because it will be a start of some kind.
Here is to August, and all the changes it will bring.
love.love.love.
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here here. :)
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