Mood:

Annoyed/Nervous
Listening to: Doro
Reading: Crisis Four - Andy McNabb
Watching: Bucky O'Hare
Today is my last day in Cambridge, the town I have known since birth. I'm off too university tomorrow, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous.
Packing all my stuff into boxes to ship off is a thought-provoking experience. Do I need that? I mean, really need it? Didn't think so. So why did I just put it back, rather than chuck it out? Do I trust my sister not to sell half the contents of my room on eBay?
The house I'll be living in is small, and with four of us living there, I'm sure it'll be ... cozy. I wish it were halls. Apart from the fact we can now reenact 'Young Ones' sketches, if things turn out badly, and I don't get on with three of them, at least in halls there would be four others.
Right now I don't even know if it'll be an all-female house or not, and I keep envisioning my three flatmates as a pathologically organized preppy-type, a real pink and chihuahua girlie-girl and an anime-phobic 24-7 party girl.
My only really major concern is at what point in the conversation do I drop my little bomb? Do I introduce myself "Hi guys, I'm Kathryn, I like anime, reading and sci-fi. Oh, and I'm autistic" or leave it until they think that I'm a complete sociopath and grade-A oddball?
All the rooms have their own locks, which is a blessing, but means I'll have to carry my keys about the house.
Obviously, the house isn't exactly kitted out for internet usage, so all my access will come from college, or internet cafes. I've already scoped one, over the other side of town, but since Canterbury is so crazy-small it won't really matter.
Right now, my mum is trying to get me to sell half my stuff in her jumble sale. Instead of continue packing and getting the other bits I'll need, she wants me sorting through the rest of 'my crap in her house' to see what she can sell or chuck out. My A-level origami has already gone and she wants to donate my interview shirt to the scouts, too.
If this morning is anything to go by, I'll be glad to get gone for good.
[EDIT] 08/10
I've come back home to get my computer, only to find it's still not here -_-'' I've called scan, and they haven't even dispatched it yet. Now the case is out of stock, amongst a few other things. *sobs in fustration*
I can't afford to keep coming back, so I have to stay until it's here. I'm hoping (read: praying) it won't be longer than a week, or my attendance will suffer.
My housemates seem OK. One never turned up, but the other two girls seem likeable enough, if afflicted with a terrible urge to shoe shop and watch slushy movies.
We seem to have an inordinate amount of free time (all-day Wednesday and thursdays after 12, plus the weekend), but finding a job is incredibly hard, so my disposable income is nearly nul.
Still, all things considered, I've met a bunch of new and interesting people and, by and large, I'm looking forward to the rest of uni.
Let's see how long that lasts.