Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

I've done so much shopping and packing the past few days I've actually forgotten what my room looked like without hulking masses of things. And while I enjoyed getting some of the things I've gotten (some nice DVDs from my mommy, Phantom of the Opera and The American President; some nice new clothes) the rest of the stuff is horribly... grown up. Laundry detergent, guys. Soap and sponges and paper towels and vitamins and all sorts of things that mean I will have to be responsible for myself and I will be living on my own and it's so, so scary.

I've been considering doing a whining, bitching post about how much I'm going to miss my mother, but since I probably won't be able to resist when I'm actually in the throes of homesickness, I've decided to wait.

I got accepted to this university mentor program thing that sounds interesting, but I really don't know what it's about. Other than I get cookies at the end of the presentation thing.

I saw Talisa twice today, and we took about a hundred pictures at her house, and most of them are absolutely hysterical.

(This whole moving thing is surreal.)