Hey Sean, what are you doing tomorrow?

Party at Albertsons Tuesday night, come, bring friends, prepare to be kicked out and move down to the sports complex on Keene.

hhhWhy?

Because I leave for WSU on Wednesday.

I would love it if you came to see me off on Wednesday as well, though I have no idea as to when exactly I'll be departing for shenanigans in Pullman. Why? Because (rewind a few blogs back, and recall the grand tale of my ticket getting) I mailed in my ticket requesting a date in court to explain the circumstances of my actions blah blah blah, and what day do they give me? August the 18th of course, at 10:15 am, aka pretty much when I planned to leave home.

Last night laying on a couch in a basement not belonging to me, the realization that I leave for college in such a minuscule amount of time truly dawned on me.

At the time I had been what felt like seconds from sleep, yet when this lovely fact dawned upon me all things tired simply vanished, and I laid awake staring off into nothingness not exactly content with life.

I realized that my room has yet to be compacted into a few plastic bins. It's kind of like I don't want to finish packing because I don't really want to leave.

Perusing through one of the many handouts I received while at orientation, I found myself reading a list of things that many incoming freshman fear about their college experience. Nearing the top of the list was "Having to prove myself over again"

I read that the first time and pretty much said eh.

But then, I was like sheeeeeeeeeeeit.

I guess one could say that I'm a bit anxious about doing the whole friend making thing again.

It has been said that first impressions matter quite a bit in this world. If this statement is true, I'm in trouble. As most of you know, or probably have realized, I don't do so great with first impressions. When people see my awkwardly red face, shake my sweaty hand, and hear my name as "John," I don't think they immediately feel the desire to surround themselves with my company. Others who have known me for a period of time exceeding 12 seconds may disagree, but I won't have a lot of those others with me at college.

Alden and Jeremy, who I have been buddies with since K-status (Kindergarten) will no longer be attending the same school as me, nor will they be a 10 minute drive down the bypass. Both will be hours away at different colleges, which kinda freaks me out.

I guess I'll have that one blonde kid to keep me sane (or push me off the deep end.)

Well that's my brain right now.

I'll get back to the good stuff.

I woke up at 10:30 this morning. Yea, I know, arising at 10:30 isn't normal or healthy. Luckily I went back to sleep until about 2, so it's all good. I immediately left to help out mah cousin Mason with computer stuff,* it was supposed to be a simple task, and I seemed to have forgotten that absolutely NOTHING is ever as simple as it seems with computers. Ever. Don't even try.

*Is it just me or is everyone suddenly in need in Sean's free tech support? I mean as usual I don't really mind helping people with their minor issues, but its sorta like everyone realizes I'm leaving and decides they need to get my help one last time before I'm free of computer illiterate people. Until, that is, word gets out in Pullman that I know how to plug in a keyboard. Then I'm effed.

Came home for a bit, and went to Amber's. I kinda forget who all was there, so I'm going to avoid naming everyone to save myself the embarrassment of leaving out that one person by accident. We watched a few episodes of Boy Meets World (hooolllly crap flashbacks to elementary school) and got pizza just in time for me to go home and eat, where I was greeted with copious amounts of sarcasm and more than a few smart ass remarks from my dad about me never being home.

So then I left again.

Mick, Gareth and I went to Gareth's house to build Mick's computer.

Waitwaitwait: Mick and Gareth went to Gareth's to play Chatroullette, I built Mick's computer.

Finally the night ended at Sharri's with some good friends.

Two days.