I'm too self-conscious to not recognize this as sappy, but I'm also too self-conscious to call it that

Moving's weird! I thought you'd get used to it but apparently not!

I spent so much time just looking at my possessions, looking at things like a kazoo and being like "Is this important enough to my happiness to warrant the space it'll take up in a box?" (I packed it, kazoos are rad). I don't know, I found I really only wanted to pack books. I brought records and CDs and movies and even found some awesome stuff I forgot I had (Like Hook on VHS! It is the best movie really it is and if anyone says otherwise I will fight them) but really I will hopefully not be watching every movie I bring, since most of them are terrible. 

I don't know, I really don't want to waste this year, if that makes sense. I want to do good things with my time. I might even try and cut myself off from the internet, which wouldn't really be that hard because the internet is where awful people meet (that's another Pictures for Sad Children reference, for those keeping score at home. God bless you John Campbell, God bless you.) and really I have been spending much less time on the internet than I used to. 

I want to make beautiful things and meet beautiful people and witness beautiful happenings and I think I'll be in a much better position to do that this year. And I also want to pass all my classes and party like a rockstar and all that jazz too. But, sorry Dad and partiers, that all seems kind of secondary to that main goal of this year. To do good. 

GOOD.