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09/14/2002 entry: "One day? Oh dear."

So, tomorrow's my last day at home. And I have SO much to do. I knew this would happen, but did I plan better? Noooo.

I'll make a list though. I always get things done faster when I have a list.

I'm already getting nervous about the move. I'm wondering how many people are going to be there when I get there. If there'll be enough room to park somewhere near the door. There were already a ton of people parked in the parking lots today. But,.. I dunno, maybe a bunch of them were people who were just at the campus, or just at the stadium. Or, if they were students, at least they're already moved in and won't be parked in the circle... if they let us park there. Which they should. I don't care if it is a fire lane, to be honest.

Well, no sense in worrying about it now, because I don't know how things are going to actually be.

Of course, that never stopped me in the past.

Gahhh. See, this is why I get all upset about having to move. All these things to think about. I hate it. They should just make it easier to move back in. More parking spaces. Larger driveway. I dunno. I also have NO clue what my dorm looks like yet. But, when I get there the first thing I'm going to do is go to my room. See if Michelle is there yet. Find my RA. THEN do all the unpacking. Uggh.

I gotta stop this, I'm making myself sick and probably boring you.