Let The Countdown Begin.

Yep, life is changing folks, as it normally does.

I was one of the lucky souls who happened to get a housing assignment at UMass. So, at 12:01am this morning, I was on the verge of dancing in the street. No one would have seen my horrible dancing anyhow. However, after I was relieved, I was instantly overcome with the feeling of "Oh Shit." Based on my calendar of when I need to get stuff done, I have 17 days left here before I go back home to Lancaster. In that sense, I  started to panic.

"Ok, who do I need to hang out with? What did I want to do before the summer was done? Crap, I wanted to go and see my brother and sister, that ain't happening...Wait, my stuff is in two different sections of the state. I need to gather it all up and figure what I'm bringing. I also need to go to the Doctor's, get my shots up to date...Crap, crap, crap. And Mom wanted to hang out for longer than a weekend, and she does need help with the chickens....Where did my summer go?"

Yep, that's the inner-dialogue I have with myself at 12:05am this morning. Ain't it something? Let me translate for you.

So, at some insane time of night, I started to draw up a schedule of what needed to get done when. I realized that I need at least 2 weeks before school to get the mandatory stuff done. Between moving out of my apartment, gathering my stuff from my boyfriend's and bringing it home, that involves coordination. then, I actually have to go through that stuff, respectively. And going from an apartment back to a dorm means that this will be a task. I wanted to visit my siblings, however, one is in Maine, and the other is in New Jersey. So, that's a logistical nightmare. Then, so I do not get a hold on my account, I need to go to the doctor's and get updated vaccinations. Thanks Massachusetts, I was broke to begin with. And the part about my mom is pretty self-explanatory. Meanwhile, I forgot to add Robby to this equation. Or even other friends. God, I plan things horribly.

So yeah, in 17-18 days, I will be leaving Plymouth. And of course, above all over thoughts, you want to know my biggest concern?

"I only have 3 more chances to win Trivia Night at the Pub!"

And this is why I need some sort of counseling.

Bleh Day, at least weather wise.

Top of the morning to you all, folks.

So, here in good ol' New Hampshire, the weather's kinda blah. Which mean that having my morning cup of coffee outside is not nearly as enjoyable. So, I'm blogging, to fill the void.

I realized this morning that I'm about halfway through my summer right now. First off, that's pretty cool, in the sense that I'll be starting a new part of my college career soon. But at the same time, I'm wondering: Where did all the time go? I mean seriously, I feel like yesterday I was stressing over finals. From my freshman year. God help me, based on that, I'll be a geriatric soon. EEEEEEEEHH.

I bet you're wondering what brought this on. Well, I'm having a lot of stuff going on over the next few weeks. For instance, I'm attending a transfer student orientation. Then, my Mom's having surgery, and that has me kinda worried. Hysterectomy, folks. And fibroids don't make that any cakewalk. Then literally about 4 weeks later, I'm done at my old school and begin at the new one. While I'm definitely excited, I know I'll miss some of my friends. I'll miss Shannon a.k.a. Ernie, who was always my dinner date. I'll miss all of the old orientation leaders. And I won't lie, I'm kinda pissed I'll won't be seeing my "Lord of the Rings" buddy Bryan, but that's my own doing, since I'm going home when he comes up to visit. Besides, it's for the better, he's going off to work with Invisible Children. That guy's going to save the world, I'm telling you now. Or he's going to chill on a beach with puppies. Trust me, he likes puppies. Actually, he likes all baby animals, for that matter...moving on.

There are just some many friends to name, I don't even know where to start. But there will be new ones made. Crap, my Facebook friends list is going to get a hell of a lot bigger. Damn it, I don't like micromanaging my life. I spend way too much time on that site as it is.

But, they'll be fine, and I'll be fine I'm just in. existential thought this morning. But, I know you read this for my interesting rants, not my stoner-like thoughts. I still need to upload photos, since my camera's no longer missing. I also need to give an update on how my terra potta garden's going. I'm kind of a plant nerd, if you couldn't tell. I also need sugar. That's mandatory. God help me if I become diabetic.

So, with that, I'm peacing out with this thought provoking question for you: Black tea, or herbal?

News Flash: I'm going home!

Yeah, the title says it all. And sorry for such a small post, but trust me, it will be worth it.

I finally have a time slot in my life where I can go home and see my family and pets, even if it's just for a day and a half. But I'm mostly excited about the pets.

By the way, I love my mother to death, I need to put that out there. (Imagine if I did not put that little disclaimer there. This would probably be the first blog post she would ever read. Seriously though, I love my mom.)

Even more so, I get to sit back and enjoy the craziness that is my house. I may not be able to blog for a day or two, but here's a preview of what's to come:

A cat who spends time with a chicken and a rabbit;
Two dogs that sleep on the couch with shedding hair that sticks to you like a baby koala;
The two other cats who are just special, including the one and only Widget;
My mom and I bonding over horrible SciFi Channel movies (and no, I'm not calling it SyFy. That name change was just moronic.), as well as CNN;
Bonding with the chickens who will be feeding me by laying eggs;
Getting fresh food from the garden ;
Potentially spending time with my friends from high school, might talk about that;

You get the gist.And God knows what else will happen.

And don't you all worry, there will be pictures. How can I talk about insanity without the proof of its existence? Especially the chicken-cat-rabbit relationship, that's just quality craziness.

And you know what? I'm totally looking forward to it.

Be Prepared, America. Things are about to get hairy. No pun intended.