Ouch & Eeek

My bleeding feets, let me show you them. Seriously, ow. The State Fair absolutely murdered my poor feet. I'm feeling rather ambivalent towards the SF these days--it's a thing we do every year, and I've always been excited for it, but...it's not really that fun. You look at animals that smell bad, and you walk until your feet are about to fall off, and you eat. The eating is really the only fun part here, especially now that I'm too old to have any interest in the Midway. And, while the food is often great (cheese curds! cream puffs! corn!), it doesn't always balance out the pain I deal with for it. Yuck.

ONE WEEK UNTIL MOVE-IN!!! It's crazed, and I feel so so so weird. I'm super excited, but I'm also terrified. And, of course, I just realized that all this time I've been worrying about living on my own and stuff, and not about classes (the actual point of college)(arguably). So now, I'm worrying about life, and I'm worrying about classes, and I'm worrying that I'm worrying too much, but also worrying that I haven't worried enough. Blargh.

Stardust today! I want so very badly to go see it this afternoon, but it just doesn't work. I tried "But Neil wants me to, he told me I should!" but it didn't sway anyone. So, hopefully, I'll be seeing it tomorrow. Fingers-crossed!