I'm Not So Good At Frequently Updating

A) My life is really boring, therefore I have nothing interesting to write about on this,
or
B) I'm just too lazy to do it.

Either way...

Yesterday was... interesting... Me, Casey, Becca, Jake, Ryan, and Owen went to Canobie Lake Park as a last hurrah since Bec, Casey, and Jake leave this weekend for school. I'll see Jake when I move out there next weekend because we're at the same college... Bec and Casey however... well... I'm going to miss those lovely ladies. Ryan I will probably see again next week because he's staying home for school. Owen... well our little high school buddy will be around I'm sure.

Leaving the park is when all the fun began. We arrived at Casey's house, the first victim of the drop off... well here and Becca cried and I of course made fun of them for it. Not without hugging them, and singing to Casey though. "Oh, chiiiiild. Things are gunna get ea-si-errr" Back in the truck, and on to my house where Becca clung to me for a while before saying goodbye.

Then, for no reason whatsoever I had a breakdown. All of a sudden the reality of college set it and I just had to go for a drive. I didn't know what else to do. So I drove. I also took that chance to call my former FFA advisor and tell her I was freaking out. Well, actually, I texted her saying, "I need my FFA mom," but she quickly called me to find out what was wrong. The woman is a saint, I swear. Half an hour of talking and she said all the things I needed to hear. In short, she told me she loves me, informed me that I need to put my pride aside this year and know when to ask for help, encouraged me by saying she knows I will be able to handle everything on my plate, and finished by saying she expects to be seeing my name pop up on her caller ID because she is always there when I need help. Honestly, what else could I ask for?

I am nervous about school. Not as much as some of my friends, I think, but heck you've got to be at least a little apprehensive about it. It's a pretty big change. I'm moving two hours away from the place I've lived my entire life. I'm not going there with many friends. I'm moving in with a girl I have met once. And the classes... well... those are obviously making me have mini panic attacks. But I have to say, I'm more excited about it than I am nervous and deep down I know I am capable of doing this and doing it well.

I'd talk about my day today, but honestly it consisted of working then coming home and sleeping. Woke up a little while ago to have dinner with my brothers, and honestly I'll probably call it an early night because I have to wake up early, run errands, and probably begin the packing process tomorrow.

Respectfully,
me