So I'm moved into my dorm at SEMO.  It's been a rough couple of days, actually.  I didn't think I'd get this emotional over everything.  My roommates are great.  I hope things stay like this all year.  I've just been crying over everything the last couple of days.  I'm good if I'm not in the room too long and with other people...then I'm having a great time.  So far today I haven't cried.  I love talking to my mom everyday, but it makes me cry.  I do it, but I cry.  It'll get better...I'm sure of it.  I can't wait to start classes and get into a routine and get involved in things.  That'll keep me busy and occupied and making friends.  I've met a lot of new people so far.  Lots of fun, but I still miss home a little.  All the change hit me at once and it's really thrown me for a loop.  I miss my big room, my bed, my little brother, good food, my parents and sisters, my grandparents, my cousins, my job, etc.  It was so funny...yesterday I was watching TV and a Huggies commercial came on with the little toddlers in it and I started crying.  It's all so stupid.  I hung out a little with Lauren last night before we went out.  She told me that this is all normal and that it will get better soon.  I want soon to come sooner.  I honestly HATE feeling like this.  This is so not me and I hate that.

Last night we went out roaming around.  Finally ended up at the SigEp party.  Had a glass of jungle juice that apparently had a ton of vodka in it.  It made me really tipsy, but I don't have a hangover or headache this morning, so it's all good.  Well, I think we're going to go eat lunch soon.  BIGH!

I hate packing, yes I do!  I hate packing, how bout you?!!!!!!!!!!!  Seriously, I think packing is the worst experience of my life.  I've never liked it, and now I HATE it!!!  Also, starting to stress and freak out...slightly.  I think I can keep it under control.  Everything is starting to become real now and that's a little, well a lot scary at this point.  Also, exciting.   Just gotta get over the whole scary thing. 

Stopped by work today to drop my shirts off.  I pulled out of the parking lot with a great feeling that I'm leaving with a ton of support and backing.  And that I've got a "home" of sorts to come back to at CCLC.  It's a good feeling.  Jeff still denies any part of picking the lock to my car.  Sheesh.  Crazy people.  I will miss them.  But like Rhonda said today when I told her about the shinanigans of Sunday..."Mary, you are going to meet so many great people at school so don't worry about it..." 

Alright...so my plan is to stay up late tonight, get up early tomorrow and pack then that will make me want to go to bed super early tomorrow night so that I will be able to get up and be well-rested on Thursday.  Good deal.