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I'm in my room right now thinking about all the stuff I have to get done before next Tuesday. It's a lot. The whole packing thing has to happen eventually, and that should be interesting, since it will involve arguing with my mother over everything I put in a suitcase. For the record, I overpack because you never know when you're going to need something, and I'd rather carry around something I'm not using than wish I had brought something that would have been helpful. I do pack well though. It's fun to defy the laws of physics and stuff half my life into one suitcase. Compact, yes. Suitcases just end up feeling like bricks. Good thing I have a damn ELEVATOR. That might end up being my favorite part of the dorm I'm in. I'll set up NLC HQ in there or something.

So I'm not worried about packing clothes and food and miscellaneous shit. That should be easy enough to find room for. It's my books I'm worried about. I don't go anywhere significant without them. Every summer, coming up to the house, I would pack at least a shelf's worth. And bringing the bare essentials to live in a place for a year means that I'm gong to be filling the bookcase they give me prreeeeety quickly. I have no problem with this. The books can take my bed. I'll sleep on the floor. I'm just going to have to do a little bit of yelling to get them in the car and in my room, especially considering that my mother's useless item quota for me already seems to have been filled by Gerry.

Wish me luck. But the words are coming with me--no surrender.