The end of Chapter 5.

Is there a smiley for death? That's kind of how I feel right now.
EXCEPT.

I am (pretty much) completely done packing!!! Wooo. Besides the stuff we need for the next 24 hours, our cars are loaded and ready to go! And it's only 8:30 PM. I am EXCITED about this. Now all we have to do is clean our apartment into oblivion and pass our check out tomorrow, and we're outta here.

And then I get to DRIVE for 8 hours. But then I'm HOME. :)

Things I WON'T miss about Provo:
- The traffic. I fear for my life every time I get behind the wheel here. I don't know what it is, but no one knows how to drive. Turn signal? What's that? Plus there are way too many people crammed into this little college town. It takes 10 minutes to drive ANYwhere. Utah drivers, no survivors. It's like they all have this image in their heads:

- The layout. Everything is overcrowded and a lot of it is old and kind of dumpy.
- This crappy bed. It's like sleeping on a slab of wood.
- THE SHOWER. My nemesis. I only have to face it once more, and I'm DONE.
- College food. I'm looking forward to some home cookin'/something with nutritional value.
- Our closet was really ridiculous. We never took a picture, but trust me, it was a nightmare.

Things I WILL miss about Provo:
- The people. I've made some great friends out here, and I don't really want to say goodbye to them. Plus, there's something kind of comforting in knowing that most everyone around you shares your moral standards.
- My job. It drove me crazy at times, but it really was a good job, and I loved my boss and co-workers.
- My roommates get their own bullet point. I love them dearly. <3 Geri, I'll especially miss our shared nerdiness. Who's going to sing Dr. Horrible with me, and quote Potter Puppet Pals, and play potter grams? Crap Bag (aka Nyree), well, that's a given. I love CRAP. (only a few people will get that... sorry).
- I can't think of anything else. XD


Ok, time to CLEAN. Sort of. We have until 1 PM tomorrow, so who knows how much we'll get done tonight.

Love and stuff,
Linds