It is the last full day I will spend at home for a month and a half.
24 hours and it will be Moving Day. I will cart off to Washington University and begin my first real adventure, where I will have true personal choice, of this life.
And y'know what? I'm ready. Sure, I'm nervous as can be, but there's no stalling this. And there's nothing else for me to do. With my parents as incredibly overprotective and controlling as they are (their only faults, actually), it's my only chance to really be me. It's my first chance to really be me. And I'll finally be out of these retarded correspondence courses and in to some schoolwork in subjects that intrest me, at my level...
Wish me luck.