Moving On, worth reading.

Just a random blog post.
So today I was catching up on my mounds of homework that are due to trips i have taken and the missed days of school and work have made my grades look like I've never studied or read a book in my life, and I, in my head, started procrastinating a little. Don't worry all my homework is done, extra credit, make up work, and actual home work (well i'm working on english when i'm done with this, the reading is almost done thanks to audio books). Any way, so my mind started wondering and my eyes wandered around the room and I kept looking at things in my room that I could or could not take with me to college. I think I'll take my NYC posters and my little ones of Carnegie Hall and Wicked, and I'll take my  Carnegie Hall program that has my name in it, along with the pictures/picture frames I have of senior trip and last years Chamber choir, but I think I'll leave behind my Lady Gaga poster and my painting of Peter Pan. I don't want someone ruining that in Fredonia.
Anyway this has a purpose. It's not a laundry list of what i'm taking with me to college.  I looked at my bed and thought, "wow, these really lame japanese fake kanji bedsheets from when i cared about that stuff in 7th grade are really lame and I don't want to take them to college", so I think I want to buy new bed stuff for college, because I want to have a dorm that looks like the ones they advertise even though they don't come that way.
Point is, is now I actually have a date in my callender where I am going to sit down and make a wish list of dorm room materials. After I made the date on my mac I realized how totally WEIRD it all was, just that I was actually thinking about this, that I signed my slip of paper that my dad is going to mail out that says, "Yes Fredonia, stop sending me 'COME HERE!' mail, I'm going to your school and you better like it. TAKE MY MONEY!" It's weird to think that in a few months I won't be here anymore. I'm not sad. things that I love are turning rotten and sour and becoming corrupt by people who don't have the willingness to put the love into the same things that I put in. Chamber for example. I remember 2 years ago, heck, last year, we cried often in class because we didn't sing notes, we made music. We sung songs to Mrs. Shaver about her retiring and she never realized that we sung for her, and even now the memory of that music makes me fight tears. this year I have no such luck in drawing up memories that bring tears to my eyes. So though I hate to leave things like Chamber, and the drama club, and Tech Crew, I'll be happy to say goodbye.
I'll visit, but,  I certainly don't want to stay. not for the world.