limbo is lame.

12 days until ecuador (YAY) with little to do except pack...and im actually going insane. this happens every time i have more than one week at home...once day 8 rolls around i go awall and i either:
a) fall into a strange depression and sit on the couch for days on end,
b) thoroughly clean my room or
c) take a trip of some sort (ie ann arbor during freshman year)

i just dont know how to relax...if im not feeling as if i am doing something productive in my life im just not satisfied...and i know its going to come around and bite me in the ass at some point in life (if it hasnt already)

im not going to lie but this blogging experience feels a little bit like live journal...but instead of displaying the internal turmoil instigated by annoying but developmentally necessary teen angst i get to write about external life experience's impact (i know...i just used impact...how aiesecly cliche) on my maturity and growth :) if you want to check out my 17 year old self on livejournal my name was _factisfiction_...i think im going to check it out now so that i can be grateful that i actually grew up and am not 17 anymore.



PS: if you have free time and want to watch a movie watch "drop dead gorgeous"...you'll thank me later.