When you know you have to grow up...

I have a severe case of Peter Pan syndrome. How about anyone else? I think everyone does. About 20 more days until I'm moved into my new home for a year, in a new state, over 1000 miles away from home. Sure, I want to go, I have been pretty bored this summer. When it finally hits you, though... holy hell.

 

This is what happened to my desk during the last week. Not as neat as you last saw it from the contents of my bag. I've just been shoveling things on here and reading like mad, listening to obscure things (ABBA and A*Teens being my favorite), and not wanting to start packing or clean more things out. The result? A pig sty. My desk is mild... the other parts of my room- I have blankets, and a tennis racket, books, other magazines, cds and hatboxes scattered everywhere. I don't know how I live!

 

I met my roommate today, who happened to be in then LA area, and it was spooky how much we have in common. I'm extremely happy that I didn't get a lame roommate who is picky and such. I know we're going to get along very well.

 

 

If you read all those notes, you must have been super bored.

Done