You taught me how to sink or swim: when I was scared that day, you just pushed me in

^Title. They're lyrics to a song I was listening to today and it's a good way to put my current feelings in a nutshell. I'm feeling quite unprepared.

Packing is so hard! I've been told to bring about 50% of what I think I'll need for a semester, and right now I feel like I'm at 10% and I still don't have enough room in my bag. Another bag? Thoughts?

Excuse me while I help myself to a glass of wine.

Also, first blog from my new Macbook Pro! Three cheers to that! Did you know you never have to hit the back button while using an internet browser? You just swipe a couple fingers back and forth across the keypad. SO COOL (#findingjoyinthesimplethings).

Ha, I just got a Twitter, I'm trying to be cool. I don't really know how hashtag works to be honest.

Whoa, random discovery, if you press and hold a letter on the keyboard, it comes up with all the different language options for that letter. Example u = û ü ù ú ū

Back to packing. What if I forget something vital?? Like...my chapstick? I feel like I need training for all of this. For the packing, the traveling, the budgeting...I kind of want to throw a parent into my bag so that when something goes wrong, they can sit me down on a chair, tell me to watch their things, and go pull all the right strings and make everything work again.

Also, whilst doing my laundry for the trip, someone decided to lock the dog in the laundry room, which ended in a few chewed pairs of underwear. Dog, if you're gonna chew something, chew something I'm not sure if I need to bring, but don't chew my underwear! That's the only thing I'm sure about and the only thing I can't do without!

4 more days! Last night - hanging out with friends til early hours in the morning. Crazy happens. And sometimes you're called to work much too early in the morning to have fully recovered from all the crazy (@Kristen T). Today/tonight - skating and pictures with Anderpants and dinner and a movie with Danny. Should be great times! Tomorrow night my parents are taking me out. My dad told me he plans on getting me to sob, which I think is vindictive and unfair. We already know that all you have to do is say "sunsets on the beach" and I turn into a sop.

Oh and I already do an unhealthy amount of talking to myself ssoo... comments and responses are welcomed! Even if it's like a "hi!" or "you talk too much" or "miss you" or "I just pooped" (@Brenna H), I'd love not to feel like I'm just rambling to myself. I have a journal for that.

Manders