Simple and not-so-clean

What's on the agenda for the little procrastinator today?  LAUNDRY!  That's right.  And because I've procrastinated so often, nearly every piece of clothing I own must be washed.  Well, the ones I'm taking with me do.  I should probably continue going through my things found throughout my room, but . . . I don't particularly want to.  No matter what I'm preparing for -- moving, camp, youth conference, a sleepover, a road-trip to Canada, a week-long visit with friends -- I have always hated packing.  I'm constantly reminded that it's better to remember what I'm packing for, but that doesn't take away the fact that I still have to pack.  And I'm not very good at packing, either, as my lovely friend Sarah will confirm.  I think I've gotten better, though.  Especially since I have the need to downsize on nearly everything I own so that it will fit in my friend's van when they come rescue me.  So far, so good.  It's just the clothes and things I'm worried about.  I don't have a lot of clothes, but . . . I guess we'll see how it all works out.

The fact that I'm actually doing actual stuff is shocking.  I haven't even had the time to write recently, which is kind of sad.  But I'll get over it.  The other day I went to the park in downtown Pikeville to hang out with my friends Caitlin and Ellie, and Ellie's children.  'Twas pretty fun, although the saying goodbye part wasn't.  We had pizza from Little Caesar's.  It was good despite pepperoni, which is horrid.  It's odd that I've started saying goodbye to people already.  Most others who are preparing to start college are still enjoying their summer, spending as much time with their loved ones and friends as possible, not worrying about leaving just yet.  Yet everything's changing for me in about four days.  It's kind of terrifying.  I'll be fine, I'm sure, but still.  My little family of five (plus three cats who really don't count) here in Pikeville is probably the only real family I've ever had.  Everything else was so dysfunctional and all over the place.  I've lived in five states throughout my life, attended six different schools (two elementary, one middle, three high schools), and I've constantly been asked if I'm an "army brat" because I've moved so much.  Nope, it's just a combination of different, un-fun things that I couldn't control.  I guess I'm used to going to a new place and starting over.  New house, new school, new friends.  The thing is, I've almost always had my mother and sister with me.  I'll have my two best friends and their families, which is fantabulous, but it'll just take some getting used to, I imagine.

In a way, I actually feel slightly guilty for wanting to leave so badly when I know my family wishes I could stay.  I really hate Pikeville, I must confess.  I've grown to love the people in it, but I guess I dislike the city itself so much because it's been the place where so much crap has happened that I'm taking my anger from that out on the city in general.  But I think I've also grown as a person here, too.  I've done a lot of things I never thought I could, I've made up for things and for mistakes I've made in the past.  Hopefully I can continue getting better and won't fall into the trap of mediocrity again just because it's easier.

Pikeville, Kentucky

This entry was not supposed to be so somber.  Hmm . . . I should fix that.  BOOGA BOOGA!  There we go.