Ready? Set. Go.

Its 1 PM on a Saturday. I just woke up. Last night I slept really well, and I felt pretty excited about going to SF tomorrow. But I guess now, now that time's winding down, I'm kind of nervous. Yeah, its weird. Why am I nervous? I've been waiting for this forever. Ever since Andover. And I used to be wishing that I could go even farther! But yeah right. Who am I kidding? Not the same kid.

Today I plan on finishing my packing. Doing my laundry. Hanging out with my sister. If you want to hang out, just give me a call. But I won't get drunk. Because I don't want to have a hangover when I move in. I'm not sure if my roomies will be into that.

Nervous/excited.

Does anyone get as crazy as I get? I get pretty crazy. Start shivering, its like convulsions. It'll be alright though. I love when my mom says, "Don't be scared, anak." Because the word at the end gets to me, for some reason. Its like...."Okay, mommy."

peace out.