The Past 48 Hours.

First off, I'd like to apologize for the lack of consistency in moods from post to post.

Second, you should all know that MY FAMILY KICKS YOUR FAMILY'S ASS.

They are awesome. Sure sure, my last blog was about how much I could NOT stand my mother's almost hysterical self, but i have come to realize that she loves me loads and loads more than I thought she did.

Not that I didn't know she loved me. But I couldn't have imagined the extent to which she does.

Daddy too.

This college thing is a megabijillion times harder on them than I thought it was.

Having spent the past two whole days with them, I now see the little things they do that gives away just how much the will miss when in (let's count...) 23 days. In that amount of time, they plan on feeding me all the best dishes I've ever been fed at home, making sure I get more than enough rest (I've only been fully awake for about five hours today...it's 8:40 PM), and letting me do whatever makes me happy.

Even if it means that less time will be spent with them.

SAD FACE.

Yesterday, Daddy and I talked about anything and (almost) everything for more than two hours. Mommy and I chit chatted about this coming fall until one of us (her, of course) fell asleep. Most 18-year-olds would have thought that was a semi-pathetic way to spend one of very few limited days of summer, but it seemed almost...necessary.

Oh, not to mention that I re-realized my love of Mickey D's grilled Chipotle BBQ snack wrap.

YUM.

Last Time I Checked...

...which was very recent, I was the one leaving for college in less than four weeks.

NOT my mother.

Anywho, the point is that I should be the one shopping for Twin XL sheets, I should be the one running around the house looking for things we already have that I need, I should be picking and choosing.

NOT my mother.

Yes, I understand that she's just trying to help and probably already misses me. But really. Come on...who's the one going off the college?

ME.

Despite that fact, she has filled two laundry baskets full of dorm supplies, bought a comforter and storage drawers, as well as making me feel absolutely horrible for wanting something slightly different than what she picked out for me.

Once again, who will be living in university housing?

Don't make me answer that.

Yes, I'm Typing This Half Asleep.

I could have sworn that summer had just started.

No? Didn't think so.

Fourteen more days until the bestie leaves for college and twenty-four days until my own departure.

AHH!!! :] :]

AHH!!! :/ :/

...That just about sums up how I feel.

As absolutely ecstatic as I am about leaving and going on to "the next chapter of my life" (excuse the cliched cheesiness), I am just as unbelievably apprehensive.

It feels that I am going into this whole four-year-long ordeal with higher expectations than suggested, but I don't think I can help it.

However, I have come to the conclusion that I always tend to be happier whenever I leave this town of mine. Doesn't matter where I go, but it is clear that the farther I tend to be...the higher my happy level raises.

Hmm...

College. Bring it.