Packing for your second year of college is just as annoying as packing for your first year of college.

My sister is 25 today. That is old.

In other news, I detest packing with every fiber of my being. How do I decide which books to bring?! I want to bring them all. Why do I have so many clothes?! Oh, yeah maybe because I have a serious shopping addiction.

Tonight really will be the finally blowout party of the summer. It will be just like every other party we've had this summer except that it will be our last. But in just a few short days I will be having another blowout party, to celebrate the beginning of the new semester. Look at that. Even my burgeoning alcoholism has symbolic meaning - in every end there is a beginning.

Sometimes I think I can't even look at a dirty old sock without becoming sentimental and philosophical. This blog is the watered down version of my crazy. In my journal I literally will go on for pages about the profound meaning of pen shopping. Apparently, shopping for pens has a deep meaning in my life. What is wrong with me?

As you can tell, today I am feeling self-deprecating. But not for long. I have things to do.