Leave for Northeastern tomorrow.
Everyone has done a damn good job at making me feel really shitty about leaving.

It's ridiculous how much I can procrastinate, and how much I put off doing everything before I leave.
My point is, I'm retarded for waiting so long to pack and get things together and the like.

Anyone remember Jimmie's Chicken Shack? They ruled.

I set up my voicemail on my phone finally. Yay! It's Rancid. New Rancid. Spirit of '87, baby ( Read more... )

The new Rancid is so effing good. It's amazing. No comments from the peanut gallery if you feel otherwise. Don't wanna hear it ( Read more... )

I'm going to miss the weird, random phone calls at 2 A.M.

Livejournal is so weird.

Allison's new kittens are cute. So is Prudence.

My schedule for school rocks, no class on Friday, never up before 10, and one class on Tuesdays. Hawt, hawt, hawt.
22 days and I'm gone! Yes! I can't wait!

Boston in two days, yay!

Yesterday, Rick called me out of the blue to hang out. I already made plans, but it was nice that he called out of the blue just to hang out. I love those kids.
Ah, leaving Chicago is finally starting to hit me.