College, sort of

So, I spent my first night in the dorm night before last. It was terrible. The bed was hard and, since I'm at the top of my building, I was way too hot. On top of that, I hadn't been sleeping well for like a week.
    But last night was good! I didn't go to the soccer game, just took two sleeping pills and curled up with a book. I ended up not reading much, but I did manage to sleep through the night! So yeah, here I am at college. My address is:

My Name
YouknownevermindIdon'tthinkIwanttheinternetknowingwhereIlive.
Oregon XXXXX

   If you want my address, call me. I would love to get mail!

   I'm making new friends and stuff. So things are going well, except for the sleep.

Potlatch, Idaho (Again)

A few days ago my brother and I took the bus up to Potlatch for a last short visit with my dad before we go off to college. I was a lot less nervous riding the bus this time (probably because I wasn't alone), and was able to sleep a lot, which made the trip seem faster. My dad's girlfriend's nephew and his friend were here when we arrived, so for the past few days the six of us have been... coexisting. My brother and I have been the only ones actually sleeping in the house, though there are at least four bedrooms. Sarah flees the vicinity entirely and holes up in her equine dentistry trailer (did I mention she's an equine dentist? she's also a farrier and a musician) and Dad and the other two have been camping out on the new deck. It's nice because there aren't too many people tromping around.
    I randomly decided to try to build a doll house and I've made a start, but it's not going as well as I'd like.
    I'm having some problems with the story I'm writing and I really need some help...
    Adelle of Peristeronic has flown off to the east coast for college and, because she's kind of awkward with phone calls, we've both gotten on Skype, so hopefully we'll be able to keep in touch.


    Sorry about that depressing birthday post... I actually had a really great birthday! For the first time! Yay! Two of my best friends and I dressed up and had a tea party picnic thing by this pretty little creek. It was awesome, and is already one of my most treasured memories. Which is embarrassing to say, but true. It really made me happy, which is a big deal. For me.
    Thanks for bothering to read this.

Birthdays are Depressing

On the seventh I will be turning eighteen. I was excited, thinking that this year I would finally be able to have a wonderful birthday, but I guess that just isn't for me. I can't be really happy while I'm worrying about my mom, and I'll sit there feeling terrible about every gift I get, because they need that money a lot more than I do. Maybe instead of getting gifts on my birthday, I could give things away. I would feel much more comfortable with that.
    See, a few hours ago I learned that my mom got laid off work. Since she's been with the company for six years, they are giving her six weeks more of work and one week of vacation. She's going to be using her vacation time to take me to college. My mom has never been laid off before in her life.
    So this year, both my dad and my mom will have changed jobs. Assuming she'll be able to get another.

    I'm scared.