So Is This What A Panic Attack Feels Like?

So it's 6 pm... this time tomorrow I'll be over the Atlantic Ocean... and I'm freaking out. I've done almost everything I've supposed to have done. The major exception being printed out directions to the fountains I'll be taking people (that in it of itself is a task because I don't know how much time I have or where to go, I've decided on three, they're all in walking distance, I don't want to fail this class so should I plan more????). Other than that everything is basically ready to go. I've packed my suitcase, my carry on is ready, my passport and debit cards are safe (with a copy of them in my suitcase in case I lose them (God forbid)), I've picked out my "airport friendly" traveling attire, I've withdrawn money, I've told my bank I'll be in Italy, I've done enough laundry to clothe a developing country, I've charged my phone, I've charged my iPod, I've packed four books (two of which are travel books (a Fromer's and Fodor's)), unplugged and stowed my xbox for winter break, defrosted my fridge, checked in with all my professor's to make sure I'm not missing anything, freaked out about my grades three times today (1 pm, 3 pm, and now), talked to every single relative I have that is alive and in reach of a phone and assured each and every one of them that no, I won't die over in Italy and I'll be fine, and still haven't done all my required blogging yet.

And I can't sit still. I'm too nervous/excited/panicked/freaked out. To borrow a line from Byran Fuller... "If I could breathe, I'd vomit." Yeah, that's basically it. Only I can breathe, but I'm not sick, I just feel like it. I have a feeling I'll stay up all night and do nothing just so I can sleep on the plane tomorrow and not waste my iPod's juice. Oh well. Am I rambling? I tend to ramble and I apologize.

So, I just felt like posting something about this trip before actually going. I am excited, have no fear of that my readers. I'm so excited. Uber-excited. I just am so nervous that I'll forget something and then screw up and either A) fail this class or B) end up in the bad area of Rome (is there a really bad area? Like the East Village was in NYC, back in 80's and 90's) (why did that reference just jump into my brain?) with no money, no passport, and under the assumption that I'm someone else.

Oh well, I better end this blog. I should be blogging about the last presentation.... maybe I'll do that tonight... like at 3 am when I've done everything else, but still need to stay awake. Either way I'll get it done. Promise.

So arrivederci i miei amici!!