Anywhere But Here

My God, it's been forever since I posted on this thing. I've just spent the last ten minutes deleting past entries; I'd like to start fresh.

I have no idea what I'm going to use this journal for. Originally, I thought I'd use it as a fiction journal with all my updates and stuff. Now...

I just wish I could sleep. 

I think a lot of it is a mixture of excitement, habit, and anxiety at the things I have left to do. I'm not scared to go off to college, not at all. I just have so much stuff to finish buying... and packing....

Packing is going to suck. Big time.

I never realized I owned so much shit before. I know I won't be able to take it all, and I'm ok with that. It's just, ugh, frustrating.