Now for the hard part

Well, finals are over. No more pencils, no more books, all that jazz. You can tell it's late when I start mixing my song lyrics. Still not quite sure how I feel about that. Hell, I'm not sure it's sunk in at all.

Today, or tomorrow, or however you define Thursday is going to be Massive Amounts of Packing Day. I'm almost done with my room, which means I need to pack the kitchen. I hate packing the kitchen with a vengeance, namely because a good portion of the stuff in it is mine. For those of you wondering why I'm posting the warning - and a warning it is - it's because packing stresses me out like none other. It's the biggest indication that finals are over and life is moving on, except while I still have to fit my entire life out here into a set number of boxes, I won't be going home and I won't be coming back to Pepperdine in the fall. It's scary and frustrating as all hell and a necessary evil. What this means is I'll be online, but I'll be anywhere from mildly to completely incoherent and might be leaning on people over AIM in overwhelming stress and woe. If you want to try to keep me sane, God bless you and I much appreciate the effort. If I bother the hell out of you, I'm sorry in advance.

I'm going to top this off with a todo list, because I need one of those and I'm keeping it here now that my white board is packed.

To Do:

- Pack remainder of room
- Pack kitchen
- Figure out who's taking what food in kitchen
- Clean out fridge
- Send Shannon's package
- Email work
- Do a load of laundry. Pack said load.
- Donate choir dress to Fine Arts office
- Find out about handicapped stuff for Granny
- Call Rent-A-Wreck
- Hand wash dresses

I'm sure there's more but I can't remember it at twenty past two in the morning.