The Night of the 28th

Last night was fun. It was Ms. Wiseone's birthday and the perfect excuse to catch up with all my friends. Many of whom I hadn't seen since March. Dinner at Zanobia sucked for me (of the 9 of us, two hated the food :S), and though the waitress was amazing, everything took too long, the food, the drinks, the sheesha, the bill. I will never go back for their chicken shawarma, but the ambiance was amazing and I loved doing sheesha. It is slowly turning into one of my favorite things to do. So much less nasty than smoking.

Before the dinner yesterday I had a talk with Ms. Wiseone where she was telling me I should let everyone know that I'm leaving and stop holding it back. I didn't want to take away from her night, but when I was asked I told two of my other friends after dinner. And oddly enough, though it hadn't hit me yet, after talking to them about moving away, I spent the whole night dreaming about it. I really thought I was ready for it and would handle it calmly. Doesnt seem that way anymore. I spend the night dividing up my things into what to take and what not to. Whether I should pack the rest of my shit up or leave it.
One thing's for sure though I'll be moving into my lil brother's room and he'll be moving into mine. My room is bigger and right next to my Mom's room. It'd make more sense.

Wow. The panic is begining to surface.