Sorry it's been so long since I've last updated (Kelli). I'm done with college and in the process of packing up the last four years of my life. It's weird, I'm not too too attached to the trailer, but I will miss it since it did define my life here recently. The transition into college, late night doing homework, watching movies, etc., life with Rayce, life with and without Jena as a roommate, Kelli as a roommate, cooking experiments, not cleaning... lol.

I just don't know how I managed to fit so much crap in my room! It's amazing. What is more amazing (/pathetic) is how much I'm not throwing away. I grow emotional attachment to things very easily. It's sad really. Like the frog stuffed animal sitting by my computer right now. I remember buying it at Excerds (yea, before CVS bought them out) during that red and roses time after new years and before Valentine's Day. The frog is little, with a little red bow on her head (the bow makes her female, try to keep up) and a "Kiss Me" heart on her butt. It's on her butt- like to kiss her ass. Yea, I'm keeping that sucker FOREVER!

I found an old diary that started in high school and ended two days before I met Rayce. It documented the highs and lows of high school and a past relationship. I like to think that after I met Rayce I didn't have any need for a diary to deep my thoughts of distress and confusion, because I was neither distressed nor confused once he came into my life. Gushy, I know. Sorry.

I also found the reason I got a B in my Ethics class this semester. The class required three books written by three different philosphers. By the end of the semester, of course, I had lost the third book. A friend of mine in the class said I'd probably find it when I was moving, a statement I forgot about until I found the book in a pile of papers on my dresser in my room. I'll also be keeping that book forever, lol.

My room is still a mess, but Kelli's room is completely empty and it makes me really sad. Even though we barely saw each other while we lived together and she didn't know how to work the AC, dishwasher or empty the lent trap in the dryer (lol, I love you Kelli), she was still a really good friend and a joy to run into in the kitchen from time to time. I wish we would have been able to be roommates some other year besideds our senior year, which turned out to be much harder than either of us expected. Maybe we would have been able to hang out/ simply see eachother more. But it was still fun— and we kicked butt during kickboxing!

On a brighter note— I managed to sell the giant tacky flamingo picture in my living room. It's 64 inches by 50 inches, basically huge. I sold it to the mom of the same buy that made the comment about my Ethics book. Lol. As for the rest of the trailer— I still have my bathroom, the rest of my closset, the kitchen, the living room and the rest of the random crap still annoyingly cluttering my room.
 

So to my trailer, I have to say goodbye. I'm moving on to bigger and better things, but I will miss the sound of rain on your tin roof and the sense of sanctuary I found when walking through the door after spending a weekend/month at my parents' house. I will not miss the lack of cell phone reception and having to talk on my phone near a window or door. I will also not miss that drip from the front porch roof RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE DOOR... Kinda defeats the purpose of having a porch when it rains if you get your hair wet just as you walk through the door.

Now to Illinois!!! Oh wait, I have to finish packing first... Damn.