Anything to Forget Everything

Ahhh, here it is. Finally. After eighteen years, eight months, and six days, I'm finally being set free from this house. Well, alright we moved here when I was nine. But you get the idea. I'm finally going off on my own. Away from the tyranny of this "family life" thing.

I have to celebrate my dad's birthday today. That's no fun at all. What a waste of my last day in town. I could be eating with my REAL family (aka Lyla's family) but no I have to wait for my stupid mother to make us some crap food.

I haven't decided how I feel about leaving yet. I mean, there's nothing here for me at all. I've established that very clearly, particularly in the last week. And I know once I get there, there isn't anything waiting for me back here. But still the initial leaving thing is sort of tough. However, all I have to do is wait for my mother to barge into my room (which she does with alarming regularity) to remember why I hate it here.

I don't think I'm nervous about the whole making friends thing. I mean, I'm a bitch, but for some reason people like me anyway. Don't ask me- I have never professed to have any drawing features. No one else seems to regularly have a problem with it, and I manage to avoid those who do.

Sometimes I think about all the friends I'll be missing, but then I realize they're gone anyway so what does it matter if I'm chatting online with them while I'm at home or while I'm in my OSU dorm, which is actually closer to most people. That's the convienent thing about Columbus being in the centre of the state. Okay, Skoch, Cait, and Shannon are all still sort of far away, but everyone else is in Ohio still. And it's no more than 2 to 2.5 hours to any other worthwhile college. So I can visit. And there's always thanksgiving, or just next Tuesday, when Liz and I are maybe going to come back for the lostprophets concert. I do love lostprophets.

I guess it's just alarming having to make a new start. Then again, a new start is exactly what I need right now. It's too late for me to go back and regret things. This summer was awesome, and long, and I'm ready for it to be over. A closed chapter in the book of life, if I may cliche.

Off to open presents. Shoot me. When I write again, I'll be starting a new life.