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01 September 2008 @ 03:59 am
My Packing  
So right now I should be packing. I know, it's 3:30 in the morning Central Standard Time, and you might be wondering why does she still have packing left to do? It's because she saves everything until the last minute, of course! I'm actually not really bothered by this packing-into-the-wee-hours-of-the-morning business. I'm not tired or stressed, and the only thing I'm sad about is that I won't get to spend this last night sleeping in my lovely, comfy bed. I'm currently sitting in my lovely, comfy bed though... I guess that counts for something. Goodbye dear bed. Until December.

Although I'm pretty chill right now (I think it was the shower that helped with that), earlier today was not chill. I can tell my Dad is really being affected by my leaving. He seriously came into my room a bajillion times today, "Ariane, how's the packing going?" "Ariane, don't you want to take the webcam that doesn't have a microphone back to school with you so we can SEE you??" "Ariane, your shoes are still downstairs, don't you need to pack them?" "Ariane, there appears to be a scrap of paper in the gameroom with an "P" written on it. I think it's yours. It seems very important. Do you want it?" I know he means well, it's just hard to not get a bit annoyed.

I can't believe I go back to Hampshire today... For so long this day has been so far away that it's weird it's finally here. When it was farther away I couldn't wait to be going back, but now that it's here I kind of wish it weren't. I am really enjoying the relaxing routine I've gotten into, but more than that I know this year is going to be very different from the last. Flora is gone. Jens is gone. Kingsley is gone. Kathryn graduated. Mike doesn't live next door to me. Devin's not on my hall. Elisheva is now in Boston. I guess I shouldn't worry about it because what's going to happen is going to happen whether I want it to or not, and these changes aren't going to ruin my year or anything outrageous like that. I'm just no good with change. Today I took down the poster next to my bed so I could bring it with me to Hampshire, and it took me a little while before I could remove it because I got all sad and nostalgic. It's a friggen poster for Christ's sake (I was going to write "for Paul Bunyan's sake" there, but Christ just has a better ring to it)! Bah!

Saturday was a good day. I enjoyed Austin as much as I could. I went to the Farmer's Market, walked around downtown, went to the capitol, lied on the ground to look up and the rotunda, rolled down a hill on the grounds, read at Book People, played with a kid in the tunnel at Book People, went to Waterloo, had Amy's Ice Cream, went to Spider House for organic apple juice and vegan pumpkin bread, wander around Toy Joy, took a picture of the "Hi, how are you?" frog, met Pipes at Sandy's for a chocolate shake, walked around South Congress, bought a stamp at Uncommon Objects, and then returned home. All the while I took pictures as well as business cards, bumper stickers, and other fare that I can put up in my dorm room.

Okay, now I'm starting to get tired. Gotta finish packing. I leave for the airport in about two hours. I shouldn't have written that down. Now the worry is setting in.

My sleep schedule is SUPAH fucked up.
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