Guess what? I started to actually pack a little today. I took the plastic thing from under the bed and rearranged the clothing/costumes/extra linens in it. I have so much stuff here, it will take a while to pack (I should have taken a bunch of stuff home over spring break, like my winter clothes and some books and other stuff). I swept under the bed, so now it's nice and I know there isn't a beast made of dust and hair lurking under there. At least not there. Maybe there's one hiding among the piles of papers and junk on the rug. I have less than a week and a half left here, and I have tons of stuff to do. Yikes. But I'll be ok. I think I'm going to pack my Age of Mythology cd-rom in the bottom of a box so it doesn't distract me. I may go through withdrawal and resort to other things (like Gaia...) to satisfy my laziness quotient, but I *may* actually be a tiny bit productive if I give it up until finals are over.
One of each class left! Aieeee! I'll be glad when my FS is over with, but I'll miss poetry. That class was fun, even if the critiques got a little overwhelming. But I'm taking writing fiction next year, and fiction is my thing. I'm also taking technical writing, which should impress my dad (after that, he'll probably ask me to do some of his business writing since he always asks me to proofread his stuff and I find tons of stuff wrong and make him rewrite it two or three times... I think I'd do a much better job writing business stuff than him.). I'm going to *try* and get on track this weekend and do some schoolwork, particularly poetry revisions.
Well, I'm off to... um, do something. Maybe pack. And then dishes.
