Boston in two days...

and OBVIOUSLY i'm packed and ready to go . . . . . . . . . . . . .
oh...
wait..


Nope, I just lied ..

In two days I'll be driving up to Boston with Russell (daddy) to set-up my apartment and I haven't packed one single, solitary item into any box or suitcase of ANY kind. I'm in quite a pickle.

But then again it wouldn't be summer without a stress-filled, freakout marathon of packing, shopping and bickering with my mother. I'm not in the thick of it yet, but i'm sure that after tomorrow evening all hell will descend upon me.

But in any case, instead of packing, I decided the best use of my time tonight would be to watch the Crucible and then of course to cry a lot afterwards. The Salem Witch Trials are really interesting mainly because they only further proved what complete idiots we human beings really are-- not going to get into religion and the devil right now though, not really in the mood to type ad infinitum.

And now it's 3 30 in the morning and i'm updating my livejournal.
Could it be that the semester's procrastination has already begun to take hold?
I sure hope not.
That would be very, very sad.. I've already cried enough ( thank you Daniel Day-Lewis )
Hopefully I'll get my act together tomorrow.
But...
probably not.