A week in limbo

An update for those of you playing along at home:

countdown to boston: 5 days
countdown to tufts: 8 days
countdown to actual classes starting: 16 days
getting the hell out of the south: priceless

(Why yes, I am going to keep shoving my hatred of the South in people's faces as long as it keeps pissing them off. Yes, I do enjoy controversy. It keeps life exciting. Thanks for asking.)

All obnoxiousness aside, I just want to say that this week -- the one beginning last Thursday when all the UVA and W+M people were gone and ending next Thursday when I will be -- is set to be an unthinkably boring one. I don't have many high school friends, because they either left, or they're leaving, or they're still in high school, which means they're scrambling to finish up all their summer work (and then starting Monday they're... gasp... going to school, suckers). And as for college friends, well, I haven't met them yet. So basically, I'm in this lonely, bored state of limbo.

I shouldn't be too worried about being bored though, because I have loads of stuff that needs to get done. Not being distracted is a good thing, I guess. For one thing, cleaning out my room is most definitely a week-long project. I've been putting in a couple hours a day, but each day I reach a certain point where I just can't go on. I keep finding new mementos of the high school years though, so that helps keep the job interesting. Today I uncovered a letter I wrote to myself on the first day of my freshman year (it was a theater class assignment), and a folder full of old essays from sophomore and junior year English classes. Plus the original handwritten copy of the lyrics to a songwriting masterpiece -- the Lauren Bleam/Miranda Bennett opus "Silent Wainwright," a Christmas carol sung to the tune of "Silent Night." Good times.

I suppose there are other things I should be accomplishing this week. There's a bit more college shopping that needs to get done, there are classes that need to get researched, and there's some "mandatory alcohol education" work I need to do for school. Plus I should keep in touch with my roommate (who, by the way, is a rock star).

And along with all the boring mundane things, there will also be a whole lot of goodbyes. Those are going to be painful, and I don't feel like thinking about that right now. Perhaps, since it's 3:06 in the morning, I'll just go cry myself to sleep instead.