On my way to somewhere.

As of now, there's a mess in my room of XL Twin bed linens, standard size pillows, a hot pink wastebasket, and it takes up most of the once-free floor.  Everytime I look at that mess, I worry.  To be honest, this will be the first time I actually get to decorate my own room.  The last 18 years, my mom has decorated my room, hence the floral window treatments and all those stupid plaques on the wall...the only thing I did was put up posters of hot black guys, a strip of drawings, and a poster of song lyrics because I went crazy one night.  That's it.  So yeah, I really want my room to be cool and me.  And it kinda freaks me out because I want to start things off right, the way I want them to be.  Maybe I will be some sort of control freak, or maybe I already am, only now I have some control. 

In about a week, I should know who my roommates are.  In about two weeks, I should start buying toiletries and shit.  In about three weeks...ready to say goodbye and packing up.  Four weeks...see you in the city.