Counting Down the Days

so, there are officially only four days laft until i move into my dorm room at college.  i'm getting really excited now.  i'm sure i'll be more nervous when i actaully get there. Doing all the shopping for the dorm was pretty fun though. i bought really cute plates and bowls and silverware.  i'm excited about being on my own.  the only thing i'm worried about is food.  i don't really like cooking for myself because i'm really bad at it.  but i'm sure i'll be able to adapt, it just may take some practice. i'll probably live off of mac and cheese and frozen pizzas for the first few months.  maybe one of my roommates will be a really good cook! you never know! it could happen.
i have friended two of my suitmates on facebook, but i haven't said antyhing to them yet and i won't really know what they're like until i meet them in four days! :)
until then,
-that one girl

A New and Exciting Adventure

so, up to this point this "blog" has pretty much been a bunch of random pieces of writing and rants about unimportant things.  now i am using this "blog" to document my transition between the life that i know now and the life that is about to begin. in exactly 8 days i will be 10 hours away from everything i have ever known, moving into a small, generic space with people i have never even laid eyes on before.  i will be going to college.  high school has officially ended. it's time for me to grow up. the problem is, i really don't want to grow up.  everything i have now is so great.  i love my family and my friends.  my sister and i are super close and now i have to leave her. 
                The school i will be attending in 8 days is huge, 32,000 students. coming from a small high school, less than 500 students, this new world is slightly daunting.  i have all the worries and fears that any soon-to-be freshman in college would have.  i hope my roommate is not too weird.  i hope i can make friends. i hope i can find my classes.  i hope i can handle the workload. i hope nothing so traumatizing that i will never recover happens.  in general i am simply afraid of being alone, without my family or bestest friends to lean on or ask for help. of course i can call them, skype them, chat with them on facebook, but you know as well as i do, that it won't be the same.
i am sad to leave and it's all coming so fast. but underneath all the fear and sadness about leaving, there is a certain amount of excitement. this is a new and exciting adventure. who knows what will happen next?
-that one girl