wildchild

Yes, so I am updating my journal. Uh...yes...here we are... So, my roomate and I signed a lease today! Very cool beans (I hope). Much as I disdain the idea of packing, I am going to have to begin immidiately. The notion of packing has never sat well with me. Boxes. Stuff. Too much stuff. I feel as though someone is pulling my hair out- Oh, wait- it's me! As I write, I am being bitchslapped by the frustrations of moving that plague my mind. Yes, bitchslapped. Remind me that I also need to figure out all my classes and financial aid B.S. and figure out what I'm supposed to be doing with my life. I remember back in the day... I believe a week or so ago... when I did nothing but work and piss my time away on my computer. Well, I still do the latter, but at this point in time I have no choice but to dive head first into the depths of madness. Not really. I'm just being a little dramatic because I feel a little overwhelmed. Strange, isn't it? Oh well. I'll get over it. There are starving children in the world. My problems are merely for the birds! (that was sarcasm, by the way)