Well, I'm officially moving out of my parent's house tomorrow. Not for good, you understand, but I'LL HAVE MY OWN PLACE! I'm so excited, I just might explode. It's a little apartment complex close to where I go to school (about a three hour drive from home if traffic behaves) and it's WAY better than the smelly dorm. True, dorm living is part of college life, but a whole year away from my dog nearly drove me insane. I've got stuff packed up, so that's good, I guess. I hate packing. I always feel like I'm forgetting something.
I added another poem I wrote. Most of my stuff is poetry, regrettably. I hope to God that I don't turn out to be one of those people who crank out dime-a-dozen emo weepy-fied crap. Now, I USED to do that. But luckily, I've grown out of it. I still have a few I'd like to submit when I have time (and one that I'm EXTREMELY proud of) but I won't today. Too much to do >.<