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.