Packing

Perhaps it's because my roommate moved out before I. Perhaps it's the closeness I have with the seniors this year. Perhaps it's that time of month.

I have been a melancholic, nostalgic mess all day.

All of my best H3C friends went out for one last time on this perfect summery day for a few hours. Claire and Corey left to pack and go home while the rest of us lingered in town for a bit. Upon my return to campus, I met with a few profs before returning to a rather empty room. Claire had gone.

I sat on the floor and listened to sad songs by Oasis and Ben Folds. Then Mum called and berated me for not getting a second job this summer.

Yeah, I cried.

Saw Alexis's acting final (good job!), went to work, accomplished none of my final assignment (only 500 words and my God, it still isn't done), and came back to eat and pack. Instead, I ate and watched the SERIES finale of Scrubs.

And I cried.

Watched The Office for some cheap laughs, then listened to more Oasis to find a good balance of respectful mellowness. Then listened to happy music and went through old photos, play programs, textbooks, and ringtones.

I have accomplished a small amount of packing. Mostly I've spread EVERYTHING I own across the floor to be reorganized (packing is an all-night thing with me). I also found an old jar of peanut butter that I have craved no fewer than five times since losing it in the linen closet. Still much to do. I'm not in the mood for moving out tomorrow.

I'm kind of a wreck tonight. I like you guys.