All packed!
May. 2nd, 2004 01:00 amAnd my dad did wind up doing most it...only because I got so sick of it I asked for help. Honestly, I couldn't do a damn thing and inside of thirty minutes he had it done. I suck.
Feeling rather nervous, more about leaving home than about going somewhere new if that makes any sense. I currently have two duffle bags full of clothing, and...seven boxes of random crap, roughly five of which are just my books. What's sad is that those aren't even 1/3 of what's in my collection. Perhaps a fourth.
My brother has read the starts of my Cid/Vin fic and gives it his highest marks so far as the chars go (he was grateful I had not yet gotten to the yaoi), which means a lot to me. If my brother is convinced by my chars, I feel confident that I am portraying them as accurately as I possibly can. We'll see if I can maintain it, for some reason I am dead intent on doing this fic well. Probably just distracting myself from the whole 'leaving home' thing. I am eternally grateful to my parents that they're not doing anything special to see me off; normalcy keeps me sane (and from crying, I'm always a serious crybaby at partings. It drives me nuts, I feel like the biggest baby. But I realized a long time ago it's something that I'll never stop doing, grrr). In fact I need to go distract myself again, b/c even thinking about saying goodbye tomorrow is starting to upset me. Damn it.
Narg.
Feeling rather nervous, more about leaving home than about going somewhere new if that makes any sense. I currently have two duffle bags full of clothing, and...seven boxes of random crap, roughly five of which are just my books. What's sad is that those aren't even 1/3 of what's in my collection. Perhaps a fourth.
My brother has read the starts of my Cid/Vin fic and gives it his highest marks so far as the chars go (he was grateful I had not yet gotten to the yaoi), which means a lot to me. If my brother is convinced by my chars, I feel confident that I am portraying them as accurately as I possibly can. We'll see if I can maintain it, for some reason I am dead intent on doing this fic well. Probably just distracting myself from the whole 'leaving home' thing. I am eternally grateful to my parents that they're not doing anything special to see me off; normalcy keeps me sane (and from crying, I'm always a serious crybaby at partings. It drives me nuts, I feel like the biggest baby. But I realized a long time ago it's something that I'll never stop doing, grrr). In fact I need to go distract myself again, b/c even thinking about saying goodbye tomorrow is starting to upset me. Damn it.
Narg.
Adventures
Date: 2004-05-02 07:32 am (UTC)