So I Started Packing...
August 6, 2002 - 11:15 p.m.

I'm actually typing this entry on Hercules, which seems to be rare suddenly. Harry Otter (the laptop) seems to be getting all the late night action lately, but not tonight. I don't think I'll even touch Harry. Wow, that paragraph could sound really nasty if you had a perverted mind... which I sometimes do. It's my peers, I tell ya, they rub off on me.

Today was a purdy good day. Most of the kids were good, but for some reason one of our usually-good kids was acting up. I think her ear was hurting her (she had an ear infection last week), and she was taking out her problems in a completely annoying way. The dance is going alright.. they're still doing it, and that's what matters. Doing it well, on the other hand... we can work on.

I watched the Real World movie tonight. It was purdy stupid, but entertaining. Predictable.. aside from the "surprise" ending. Cheesy. Everything that was to be expected, basically.

I started packing tonight. It was weird. I think it was the first time it really hit me hard that I'm leaving home to live somewhere else for the first time ever. Putting stuff in boxes just makes it so much more realistic. It's a weird feeling. I can't wait to leave, but at the same time college is like a fantasy world that part of me still thinks is never gonna happen. I feel like I need to wake up, and I'm slowly doing so. I didn't realize packing would bring such a realization.

On a completely unrelated note:

I'm off to bed (if I can make myself say bye to everyone I'm chatting with). Ta! ~BOB

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