You know what else won't be happening again? Anything remotely similar to the classes I took this semester will never ever be allowed into any aspect of my life OMG! Fiction excepted. Seriously, I just emptied my drawer-o-texts and they are all being banished from my life. I know the line at the bookstore is going to be hell, but getting money for really horrible books is something worth waiting for. Otherwise I might have to burn Yetman, or cast him into the Mississippi. Either would be appropriate, and both are very appealing.
I have packed my clothes, made my bed, cleaned out the fridge, scrubbed the inside of the fridge, and my mother has still not called me back. I can't fathom being completely prepared when she arrives, hence this. I was thinking about doing the dishes, but I don't think I'll have time. Plus, she'll get uber pissy at me if I "start something I knew I didn't have time to finish in the first place". I'm kinda cranky...walls are going up. I'm building up my defenses, we'll see how things go.
I got a letter from Shane today. That brightened my spirits. He writes exactly like he talks, it made me feel very nostalgic. I'm looking forward to seeing him, even though I know I'll probably have to hunt the bastard down. It can be done, and it will because I am a goddess.
I miss people here already. I haven't even left yet. How sad is that? I fucking hate good-byes, even when they're temporary. I just wish I could bring everyone I love with me everywhere I go all the time. That would be beyond fantastic. I already miss Faith, the room is so naked right now. I know I'm going to miss Miah hardcore too. Granted, I miss some people back home, and I'm really excited about being able to see Matt again... but I would really almost rather just stay here. I hope the road trip thing works out... that'd be insanely fun. However, I should probably continue my packing, or call the mother and make sure she hasn't crashed another car. *shrug*