long stories short.

Today was the last day of summer. It was nice and round. I met up with the same person who ushered it in for lunch and had a really really awesome long talk about anything and everything. Tomorrow is move-in day. The beginnings of strange and varied college adventures. Feeling kind of weird about you know, moving out of my house, but I'm not going very far. Sure, things are going to change, but I don't feel like they are going to drastically CHANGE. I already got invited to some kind of kegger/pudding wrestling party...? I think what I'm most worried about is that I won't make any friends who don't chronically party. I guess considering all of the "rebellious" things I thought about doing lately (including but not limited to dreads, gauges, dye) the most rebellious thing I've done is not giving into the party scene, and maybe that's the most rebellious thing there is to do. (All underage drinking aside though, the pudding wrestling contest is for girls only, and that kind of infuriated me upon reading it. I'm calling sexist bullshit on that one and will retain the few shreds of dignity I do have, thanks.) Later tonight I'm having a tiny ritual in which I go through my box of things/letters I've accumulated that make me happy. Maybe light a candle (but not really). Still didn't finish my required summer reading book, but I also desperately want to finish the last tiny section of The Help I have left... so I'll possibly be rebelling on the homework front too.

Here's to whatever is to come. Hoping for the best but always anticipating the worst.