all of the above.

You know how I compared myself to a bag of popcorn yesterday? I've got that feeling right now. My stepmother and I just went to the God-awful Walmart. Now, granted they've got almost everything you need, it's always such a burden to have to go. Especially because they decided to change it up on everyone. I mean, the toys are where the fishing stuff used to be and the pet supplies are in the section that used to hold the baby clothes and necessities. Anyway, we went to get the last of my stuff for my room at school. I always get excited when we do this. So I'm be-bopping around the store looking at all of this fun stuff thinking "holy shit, I'm leaving..kind of like college, but not really. close enough." It's all coming at me so fast. I'm excited and scared at the same time.

I feel like I've become a hundred little kernels and I'm popping away.
POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!
It's a nice feeling, I must confess.

I can hardly wait until I get to move in. Not only moving in, but seeing all the friends I've met and meeting new ones. Of course I'm going to miss my friends here like crazy, but this is so good for me. I've needed change for a while.

POP! POP! POP!

Last night I took a shower at like two in the morning- I'm strange, I'm aware. But I couldn't think. And my mind was spinning it's wheels like crazy. While I was washing my hear with Head & Shoulders: citrus flavor (used for the sent, not the fact that I have dandruff) I seriously thought about four different topics I could write about. Now, of course, I could either care less about the topic or I can't remember. But, it's whatevsky cause I'm just poppin' away writing about nonsense again.

POP! POP!

I bought a pair of shoes today. I needed a pair of leather sandals or something similar for school. As my stepmom and I were wandering around Walmart trying to think of everything I needed (not that we didn't have a list of stuff, we're both anal about being organized) we searched for the shoe department. Julie, my stepmom, used to get all of her comfy shoes at Walmart so we figured we'd look. And well and behold I found the most comfortable, attractive pair. I put them on the second I walked into the house and sat the empty box on the table. Now, if you've been to my house you've surely seen my cat, Lexie. She's the most beautiful but huge cat you'll ever lay your eyes on. She's quite strange, really. Instead of laying in a spot cats would usually plop their little bodies in she decides to sit on the printer, or her favorite spot- the kitchen table on top of mine or my sister's purses. Well as I sat the empty shoe box on top of the table she slowly crept over towards it and took her cute little hand (my sister and I say hands instead of paws, don't ask why please.) and tapped it a few times. She then plopped her bountiful body inside of the box, or she attempted to. She didn't fit in it to say the least. It was quite a scene. I, in return gave her two cat treats to keep her weight up. Just what she needs.

POP!

..almost done. (you can tell because as popcorn comes to a finish the 'pops!' slowly decrease)

On Sunday, August 23 I will be moving into my dorm only to start Sports Week the following day. I randomly decided that I wanted to play volleyball. It should be quite interesting. I'm extremely out of shape and I have no idea how to go about this game. I'm sure I'll get hit in the face a few times, but it shouldn't be all that bad. Right? It's going to be hard work and I'm going to hate myself after the week's over, but I'm strong. I can handle three practices a day.

Or can I?