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Ah, meh. It's been a while. It seems like everyone's just connected that we're all really leaving and so we're trying to do as much as we can before... not that I'm complaining, just semi-freaked out myself.
I have:
-1 week and 1 day left of work.
-1 week and 5 days before we leave for Aunt Delia's and before Glenn, Stephanie, and Becky head off to Europe
-3 weeks and 3 days before we get back from Aunt Delia's
-5 weeks before leaving for Mudd
-7 weeks and 2 days before I get confirmed

Wow. I can't believe it. Except I can.

I still need to pack. So I wonder if people will kill me for bringing windchimes? And how many books I should bring... and what sort of decorations... I think my crane strings are a good idea. I think that maybe posters and fabric and a bulletin board are good ideas. And books. I think I'll be bringing mostly books and clothes and whatever other practical stuff they tell me to. Wah, wah.

Now I'm all depressed-like.

I've decided that I'm only going to listen to that "At Seventeen" song when I'm happily dating someone. If then. That song is just... depressing. The most depressing song I can think of when you're single and seventeen. So I'm not listening to it. :) I

I'm being kicked off. :P