T minus 2 days and counting!

In approximately 37 hours, I'll be at SOU... mix of feelings. I've been 100% there since I first heard of it, and now that it's right here, I'm not sure if I really want to go... I'll miss my bed, for starters. I love my bed. It's comfy, and the sheets are good, and it's mine. On the other hand, while I'll be in a much smaller bed, I won't be quite so alone... Ok, anxiety gone. hahaha

Been packing boxes this evening with Mrs. Chocolate Man (aka, my mother). It's funny, she's kind of reverted to how she treated me a few years ago, which is odd. I think she's trying to get used to the idea of me being gone, but I'm still here... She'll do some things for me that I could do, but frankly, if she wants to do my laundry, who am I to stop her? I hate going into the laundry room, unless it's to access "my office" (the top of the washing machine... when voices are kept low, it's almost soundproof). Also, she called the housing people for some reason or another... I can't remember why, but I remember thinking that I could've done that as well. I think she's dealing with the loss of me in her own way, and that is: I have no clue. I never have any clue with my mother. She's probably writing poetry about the days of yore, I wouldn't know.

Found a blanket downstairs that Kyle used when he was here this past weekend, and it smelled like him. I must've sat there smiling for a good solid 2 minutes, just thinking about the concert, and walking around town with him, and talking to him the whole way back on the bus... fun times.

hoo boy, apparently the car shat in Anya's bed. I think I'm going to be blamed, which makes ZERO sense, but I can hear the tension rising in her voice. Dear sweet Moses, sounds like he pissed on it as well... cheers!

i need a hug