Okay... pre-flight *panic* seeing as I doubt I have enough things packed that I need. I know I'm forgetting something, and I *really* don't like flying.
But that's okay, because I put on my Brian Kinney bracelet today and I'm going to be Brian Kinney. And *he's* not afraid to fly.
Anyway...
I've packed more clothes than I'll ever need, while in the shower this morning, I only shaved *one* leg. I... I can't even explain that one. I'm not sure *what* I was thinking. Oh right I wasn't. ::slaps self::
I think I have all the music I need packed... maybe... perhaps... I have *no* fucking clue.
Okay.. ::deep breath::
I'm also hungry, and really terrified that I'm going to experience the *pain* I had last night. I was either dying or had cramps from hell. I'm not real sure still.
I got into my dorm. All is taking care of. I have a place to live next semeseter. YAY!! That's a good thing. Very good thing.
Okay, last thing, voting for the Roswell fanfic awards is now taking place. I don't care if you don't read fic, or have any idea what I am talking about. Go
here and in the very first award, very first person, is me ChrissyP47. Vote for me please.
Okay, love you all, miss you already. Be talking to you when I return, or from there. Who knows. ;)
Ciao!