I read through some of my comments last night. I found it very interesting to note that I used to be really funny. I also laugh at the fact that I think I've said that like five times already. Apparently I only think I'm funny in retrospect.
I'm all packed up. Mostly. I need to find somewhere to wedge in two small bags of bathroom gear (Band-Aids, shaving cream, hair clippers, Advil, two kinds of glitter, you know, the usual) and a canvas belt I just found. Also I located the grey suit and black polo tshirt I'd lost earlier in the week, so at least I know my clothes haven't come to life and started running away.
My brain is in considerably greater disarray than my luggage; I also just spent five minutes trying to decide if it would be more proper to say "more disarray" or "greater." If I'm wrong, don't tell me. I'm really looking forward to my cab ride to the airport, though. It's this great service called the Little Owl Welsh Jitney. You should try it some time. As an added bonus, the drivers are really freakin' hot.
So, yes. I'm off to start my grand adventure as The Oldest Person Ever To Live In A College Dorm. I feel like I'm in an Adam Sandler movie. Wish me luck -- and remind me often that when I get back I'll be one class away from a college degree.