This weekend, instead of it fully hitting me that I was moving into my dorm room on Thursday, I went to Chicago to celebrate my 21st birthday (again) with the girls. The apartment we were staying at was just a 2 minute walk to the Viagra Triangle and about a 10 minute walk to Michigan Ave. Danielle, Carrie, and Joy had made a necklace/sash of notecards listing the 21 tasks I had to complete Friday night, and on top of that, Danielle had bought a gaudy, Disney princess tiara that they demanded I wear with my red dress. You can use your imagination to fill in the rest of the night.
The downside to the trip, though, was our 8 am bus ride Sunday morning (so brutal), which meant that I basically did nothing Sunday except go see "The Time Traveler's Wife" (kind of on par with "A Walk To Remember" in my opinion). Monday, I finally got my ass semi in-gear and went on a Target run, but today, I spent the afternoon in serious denial of vacation being over and, instead of desperately organizing my life, headed to the mall with Danielle to hit up Sephora and Aveda for "back-to-school" (easily the most dangerous excuse) shopping. Who knew Aveda has complementary neck and shoulder massages?
Fast forward to now (less than 12 hours away from when I have to start my 12 hour drive south), and I'm frantically throwing everything in sight into boxes (that will probably break my back in approximately 24 hours), while simultaneously chugging this strange Vitamin C, raspberry-flavored, energy boost drink that's Mom's latest health obsession and absolutely freaking out inside that I'm forgetting something because I can't remember where the hell I put everything. Even worse, I can't even remember what the hell I have. Or what the hell I'll need.
Where did the summer go?!
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