I'd probably be anxious for college anyway, just because its a change (for an angry liberal, I'm pretty sucky with change), but... going to freaking London? Not seeing my family or my animals or my friends for four months? I feel like a goddamned idiot, really, but I know that I'm just being a lameass and I'll love it when I'm there.
Plus, my school has given me next-to-nothing as far as information goes. I don't know my classes, I don't know where I'm living, I don't know how long I'll need to live out of my suitcase, I dont know what supplies I need, I don't know anything. Nothing. My laptop that was ordered isnt coming in until August 25-- I leave on the 27th-- and my suitcases are too small. God forbid theres something wrong with the computer, or I dont have time to get my important files transferred over. PLUS, hahaha, I'll de dealing with transfer shit while Im there. Lovely.
I know its an amazing experience, and I know Ill love it, I'm just in freakout mode. Maaaaajor freakout mode.
I was close to a panic attack today so I went out and bought a new bottle of shampoo and a new thing of deodorant and a clothes basket just so I could feel like I got SOMETHING done. Blehhhhhh.
But Mad might visit me out there, any maybe even some of my lameass friends from school-- even though they're all lazy bums-- and perhaps Ill even meet up with a few people from the Center, if its possible.
Right now I just hate myself for not picking Emerson. It was a blessing they chose to let me in in the first place, such an honor, and I turned THAT down to go to Arcadia. Emerson, the freaking... Harvard of Arts and Media. WHY, MOLLY?! WHY YOU SO STUPID?!
Bah. British boys. If it wasn't for them and their accents, I doubt I'd be going in the first place.