the state of things

As it stands now, this is how things have been going.

This last week and a half has been taken up mainly by packing, unpacking, and packing again, and all the while sorting through the contents of my summer dorm and the upstairs the better to figure out what's going to uni with me at the end of the month and what isn't. In a word, joy. I *hate* trying on clothes, pants especially, because every time I do I feel like a great ballooning tub of lard! *cough* End rant.

Beyond that, there hasn't been much going on. The sister who's left school has an apartment with two other girls twenty minutes away, but she's having car trouble so she's back and forth to here to borrow the family station wagon while she's looking for work. The other sister's just cut off ten inches of hair to donate, which is a wonderful thing to do but holy crud is it ever short! ... Well, if you consider shoulder-length short, which I do on account of living in ahouse of long-haired women all my life. I could never do something like that, admirable as it is. I'd cry like a baby, no doubt about it.

The uni return date is set for August 30, and as much as I love my family I admit I'm counting the days.