vaya con Dios

Well it's my last night at home for a while. I've been scurrying around doing laundry, packing, giving my dad power over all of my life aspects, gathering together every piece of cash I have and voting for our next president. (In case you're unaware there will be an election this November and I hope that all my friends living away from home have requested their absentee ballots.) Besides emptying the penny jar, my mom helped me out with a yard sale yesterday (which was extremely successful) and tomorrow my dad and I are taking aluminum cans to be recycled. Jared complained that the money from those is supposed to go to him, but I told him he should be advocating any source of financial income for me at this point since it could be the difference of a plastic ornament or the soccer shirt he asked me to get him for Christmas.
I'm also trying to give some last minute instructions like "remember to water my plants and feed my fish" or "please don't pile clothes and mail up on my bed for the next 3 months." My one big concern was that my family would pick out a sissy Christmas tree without me there to push for my usual big one. We settled that by deciding to use the one next to the drive way. So we still got to pick out our tree "as a family" and I got my big, full one (except for a hole in the side where one of the boys ran over with with the lawn mower years ago.)
My two classes will be "Jane Austen" and a psychology one on "Human Behavior and Relationships" which I'm hoping will count towards my Relational Communications major, although I was hoping to change that to Public Relations. Nevertheless, it should be interesting. Anyway, this nice thing is I shouldn't have to buy too many books since I already own all of Austen's.
Dad and Micah are taking me to the airport tomorrow where I should fly out at 7pm and arrive in London at 7am. Mom has to work, plus she'd be too emotional to bring along. So farewell until I find the time and means to write in Oxford! Take care, write often and vote Bush!!