I'm packing up my existence into about eight boxes. After I finish packing, I'll post the final number. It tends to vary. This year will be my second move in and I'm no less nervous. Beginnings are a funny sort of time for me. I want to do be my best as everyone else does but I feel hesistation to step into future. I worry about all the things that will happen too much.The excitement doesn't hit me until I'm just about to be there. The time before that consists of procrastination and a general lack of the "I give a shit" attitude. I wish I could give a shit but I think that it's just how I react to a upcoming stressful situation.

Anyhow, that is what I am up to at them moment. I want to eat dinner now. I'm thinking I'll make a turkey sandwich, salad, and some sweet potato fries. Yummy! Hmmm...I was going to to write a longish post but now that my boyfriend is on that desire is fading. I got my passport papers and photos in today and I'm ready to buy my plane ticket. So...food, talk to Mikey while packing, and then buy my ticket. Yus.

Oh! And you guys should check out Pandora radio if you have a chance. I'm addicted to it now. Eek! I don't need anymore addictions!