But can I? I move into my apartment August 14th. Let me repeat that: I move into my apartment August 14th. I've been doing nothing over the past few days but prepare for this move but for some reason it still hasn't hit me that I'm moving soon.
I keep saying "I'm moving to PA for the next two years" (and yes, I even say PA, not Pennsylvania; for all you non-Penn Staters: it's a PA thing, you wouldn't understand) but I honestly have no idea what the next few years will bring. My plan is stay there and establish residency so I can go to PSU or Pitt for grad school, but I still have no idea what I'm doing once I graduate. Luckily I have two years to figure it out. But do I really? I sure hope so.
I also hope that my summer winding down means I'll be able to update more; it's been almost an entire month since my last update. But, every single time I have a brilliant idea for an update I'm at work and have no time to jot something down so I end up losing my thought along with all the other superfluous thoughts one has during a mindless shift at Carousel Center. But at least I've been occupied and extremely busy this summer; I wouldn't have had it any other way.
Tomorrow my uncle is taking me out to get a bunch of kitchen-junk for the apartment. And yes, I've honestly been referring to it as kitchen "junk." I have no idea why, but I don't want to call them "kitchen supplies," and I really hate the idea of having a lot of "stuff" around - I have a bunch of things in my room and it gets a little overwhelming at times, but I never refer to my possessions as "stuff." So instead I've resorted to calling it junk, which probably doesn't sound any better but it does to me. And in the end, isn't that all that really matters?
