when all our troubles are gone

mood: exhausted
music: abba stuck in my head
CPCetc: mrph... procrastination...

That's right, kids. I'm avoiding doing all the shite I'm supposed to do. Who ever said I was a good child?

Da left me an impressive list of things to accomplish for the day. In my hour of consciousness, I'm actually about half-way through. This is mostly accredited to the fact that the biggest item on the list is 'think positive thoughts'. He then adds on to this thought with appropriately inspiring ideas about the coming year. And I, of course, continue to be what Paige describes as a Sad Suzie.

So I'm not emotionally invested in my education yet. Is that such a crime? At least I'm being honest about it.

It kind of smells like poop around here.

I just don't feel ready to go, I guess. It's terrifying, really. I mean, I don't want to leave my friends yet. I feel like I've just met half of them and that's really not fair. And--I know this sounds really lame--but I don't want to leave Matt. I'm not ready for that transition at all! Yes, I'm a pansy! I am also man enough to admit that!

This is just overwhelming is all. Is it supposed to be like that?