I don't think I'm ready. I really don't.

I graduate tomorrow. Holy Macaroni!!!!

About 3/4 of my Ashland life is packed up, sitting somewhat neatly in these huge boxes my dad gave me last time I was home. *sigh*

I knew this wouldn't be easy. I haven't let myself think about what's really happening for about two weeks now...and I just know that I'm going to be crying the whole way home. That's four hours, folks.

Or I might start earlier, at graduation, but I really really really hope that does not happen. I hate crying in front of people, and even though most of the people there will be crying too, that still doesn't make me feel comfortable enough.

This has been THE longest week of my life. I haven't been able to keep track of what day it is every day, seriously. I only know that today is Friday because my countdown thing says I only have one more day until graduation, thus making today Friday.

Congratulations to all of you other graduates and to everyone else who survived the year! I will miss you dearly, Ashland, and don't you dare forget me!

Back to packing!