I have my departure date and I'm done packing

Well, the title pretty much sums up what i have to say. My flight leaves from SLC Air Port at 11:00 on Saturday August 6th, and I am really nervous. i haven't been sleeping because of the anticipation, and my parents are starting to get angry at me for sleeping in so much. I can't help it though, I am really excited... and worried. As the days grow smaller and smaller in number i start to get the feeling that the four years of french class aren't going to do squat, and I'm going to be totally clueless when i get over there.

It's reassuring when i talk (more like text) to Amandine over FaceBook. it's nice to know that I have some semblance of what i am doing, but speaking and understanding it may prove to be more difficult.

Its weird how when the days to leaving get closer, you start realizing all the things you are gonna leave behind. I don't mean objects like cars or guns (still gonna miss), but more like family, friends, pets, cheeseburgers. You know the important stuff. I broke up with my girlfriend the other day. We both saw it coming since the summer was starting to end but it doesn't make it any easier. I'm worried about her but I know that saying anything to her would just make it worse. I never fully understood all of those break up songs, and now they all seem to click. I also said "later" to my brother the other day, which was weird just to think about how long it might be till i see him. The reason i said later, is because im tired of people telling me goodbye. I always feel like "gosh, I'm coming back!". Also, it never ceases to amaze me how every day at least three people say "oh, I thought you had already left", probably the product of my dad telling everyone about it for the last couple months.

Well, even though it's all jumbled together, as of 22h44 mountain time, 8/1/2011, you are all up to speed on my life (Pre- Exchange).