I'm nervous as hell. But excited. I don't know. I haven't even started preparing yet, which is bad. I have to have everything I need because I'm fucked if I forget anything. No way to get stuff sent down to me. i can't believe Kenny decides now to be supportive though. He's the loser ex boyfriend, who doesn't know the meaning of the word support. Even though I've stood by him through so much. Anyway... why am I just sitting around blogging instead of packing? I dunno. If anybody reads this and has been there, tell me what it's like, because I'm a little scared...