Packing

Or not packing, as I'm procrastinating by writing this post. I have to move in to my school dorm this week. I have mixed feelings. On the one hand, I want to be with all of my friends. On the other hand, I don't think I really want to be around people ever again. Truthfully, the classes themselves don't factor into my feelings at all. Some will be boring. Others might possibly interest me. I'm not taking enough classes for it to really matter all that much to me.

My classes are strange to me. I'll be taking 3 electrical engineering classes and a physics class. I'll also take the required Scholars course. Variety is the spice of life, right? So school will be about as bland as white bread with a glass of water. I don't need to be interested in my classes, as long as I take them and do well in them. I just need to make sure that I care enough to actually put in 3 seconds worth of effort on my homework. I'm sure that my roommate will bother me about doing homework since I'll bother him about the same thing. It would be hypocritical of me to tell him to do work when I'm ignoring work that I have. Though, hypocrisy has never actually prevented me from being a douche before. It only makes me hate myself.

Anyways, I need to put stuff together for moving into my room with said roommate. We have plans on the room arrangement, but I'm not sure how we're actually gonna do it. There are still some factors that we aren't clear on yet. It is important to know whether or not the bed lofts are wider than the couch. This shall all be figured out soon, and truthfully we'll loft our beds either way. We will need to if we want enough space to set up the projector. This will be our replacement for the TV that we won't have.

Now I'm going to have to find a way to move a couch and a projector. After that I'll need to move a mini fridge and my computer. After all of those things, I'll still need clothing and toiletries. I hope that that's all, but I really doubt it. Last semester I ended up moving out with 3 times as many things as I moved in with. I think it's because we emptied out my room at my mom's house when she decided to rent it out and move in with her new husband in Germany.

My reluctance now involves lots of heavy things going up and down elevators, in addition to the thing about wanting to curl up into a ball and burn the whole world. If I burn everything that could possibly hurt me at some point in the future, then I'll never get hurt again. Except maybe by the flames. Also, I wouldn't be too keen on all the burning people. I generally like people. Having people burn would be a bad thing.

Anyways, I feel the need to give the disclaimer that this semester will be filled with lots of rarghs and sighs. Packing will get many of those out of the way. It's hard not to sigh when stuck with the daunting task of moving a couch into a dorm room, and it's hard not to rargh when said couch doesn't fit through the doorway. So then, let's kick it off with a long sigh inspired by looking around at all the things that I need to put in bags and boxes. *Sigh* I suppose it need to be done, and once it is, I'll be able to just crash and never get up ever again.