There Are Lots Of Boxes Around Me Now

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Big News » Tony Blair's been reelected for a third term as Britain's prime minister. The guy's like Franklin Roosevelt. Only he can walk. And, well, it's 80 years later. And he's British. But Roosevelt liked the Brits. He liked to hang out with a naked Winston Churchill. Can this even be considered news anymore?

Now, today's story...

I have been packing most of the night. It's the greatest feeling in the world. Like I just want to start beating someone over the head with a stapler. But no, that would be wrong. So I will put the stapler in the box.

At the beginning and end of every semester. Same thing. The good news is that after three years I've devised a system. I know what things go in what boxes to make everything fit in my miniature-sized car. Believe it or not, there is a science.

I take solace in the fact that this may be the second-to-last time I'll have to go about this nonsense for quite some time. I expect to move into an apartment this summer with some friends. What a relief that will be.

Living on campus is pretty much the nightmare it sounds for those of you who have never done it. Sure, you get the close proximity to your classes, but that extra 30 minutes of sleep does not make up for idiot roommates. No, it's true.

More on that later, but the gist of the story is I narrowly escaped roommates who I'm sure will one day make the perfect Enron executives. Wait, Enron tanked? Who knew?

So Monday morning I depart this hellish state (and by hellish I am of course referring to the heat) and make way to the mountains of North Carolina. Last summer, I went with Jennifer. If you read my blog regularly (and I think you and I both know that you don't, but should) then you likely have seen pictures.

So yes, oh yes, to the Blue Ridge Mountains I go. I just love it there. And if you think you're funny because you're laughing at me in your head right now I would only remind you that you're spending your valuable time reading my blog. Not so funny now, is it?

Speaking of which, I'm not sure I'll be able to post anything next week. It depends on whether we have internet access up there. That is unknown at this point. I know, you're scared. But don't be. I'll be back by week's end. I would never lie to you.

Oh, you know that's a lie.

Enjoy yourself and read some quality fiction over on my other blog. I require it.

Nothing To Fear But...: You get the idea. I have to get back to these boxes now. And I will do my best to write to you (yes, you) during my vacation in the mountains. I know the prospect of my being unable to write saddens you. I'm sure you'll find a way to get over it.