Prolonging the Un-thinkable

Wow! I haven't posted for a while because I thought I had forgotten my password. As it turns out, that was not true, but I did forget my user name. :) Not that it matters entirely much, my blog isn't as hoppin' as Cake Wrecks, or Failblog.org ... But in case you were wondering, I'll let you in on what I've been up to.
* College. College, college, college. When I first started the whole process, I took a loose-leaf piece of notebook paper and flipped through a Christian College magazine and jotted down any college that sounded fancy or worth my while. I came up with about 15 different schools, and my next step was to see how many had my intended degree; art. :) With about 12 left on my list (I should mention here that College of DuPage was NOT included in this query), I set out to find how far away these institutions were. OK, cross off George Fox University and Gordon. Trinity in Palos Heights looks pretty decent, and I would love to go to Olivet since I know people there! . . . Needless to say all of my schools were shut down, and I HAVE to go to College of Dupage. COD. College of Dreams, College of Dummies. And with my twin sister heading off to St. Louis Christian College (with the blessing of my parents!) is harder than I like to admit. I wasn't allowed to go away, and I don't even know why. I just hope that it is for the best.
* Speaking of twins, mine is heading of to SLCC in less than three weeks. We've never been apart for longer than a week, I don't know how I'll be without her for a whole semester. I guess we've always known this day would come (Personally I thought it'd be because our own families had grown too big to share one house anymore), and we would finally have to learn how to be apart. I can't talk to Erin about this, because it freaks her out. She tells me not to think about it, she says that it only makes it sound worse. . . I don't know how it can be any worse. It's gonna be the worst thing ever, and I know that if it comes and I'm not prepared for it by thinking and talking it out, that it'll kill me. Although it doesn't help my twin to talk things out, it most certainly helps me. The problem here, obviously, is that we can't compromise (My friends say that Erin and I are preparing each other for marriage b/c we're already used to compromising so much :D). Either we talk, or don't. She wins, or I win. So here I am, ready to fall apart because I literatly feel like a part of me will be missing in three weeks.
Who will get me chapstick when I'm sick? Or kill a moth in my room at two am? Who will correct my spelling or tell me I'm using the wrong word? I am woman enough to admit that when I'm sick, I can't do anything. I'm the biggest baby ever, so I have my Erin get me water, and medicine, and change the Gilmore Girl DVD for me. I can't kill moths because I'm deathly afraid of them, and once I know one is in my room it's under the covers for me! I love to write (and as you can see I have a lot to say!) but my grammer n speelin is somewat lackin'. . . ;)
Honestly, I don't know how I'm going to be in 3 weeks. Erin is going to be fine. She's a trooper, and I'm probably overly excited for her. But, although older, I'm much more the "baby", and I depend on her for so much (you know, moth killing and all). And I just don't know, if she'll ever realize how much I love her and how much it's killing me to see her leave.
* I did know this day would come; I just hoped it wouldn't be here until a much later date.