"She got out of town... on a railway New York bound..."

Ladies and gents, it's official. I'm now settled into college. Well, for the most part.
I packed up everything Thursday afternoon and much to my chagrin my book collection stayed home. The box was so heavy that while I was able to push it out of my room and next to the front door, it was too heavy to get out of the house (even with my entire family lifting it) We attempted to put the box on a skateboard but that only worked until the box toppled over on it's left side and refused to move so it stayed in my house... nobody wanted to mess with it. Ironically enough, with two duffel bags and one plastic bin, my clothes was the first and easiest thing to get loaded.
I left and looked at my house and it didn't seem so painful like people described it. I guess maybe because I always knew that I wanted to get out. And so with "Slice" by Five for Fighting playing on the radio, we drove off. My last stop was my high school where I called Juan and said goodbye. He made my summer come to life, and as one of my best buds, was one of the people I knew I was going to miss in the hellhole of a town I lived in. After we said our goodbyes, I drove off and never looked back.
Within a few hours, we drove in, listening to "Don't Rain On My Parade" of all things. The next days after that were a manhunt.
After coming into town, my mom and I became serious shoppers. We bought crap I didn't think I would ever need like a can opener, tacky stuff to put up wall decorations, plates, silverware, dish washing liquid... and my mom went on a flip flop frenzy. I went from owning one pair to 8 in a matter of 2 days. I had to move some of my already extensive shoe collection under my bed in a shoe holder we got on sale (something I never thought I would need either) After becoming almost a live in shopper at Wal-Mart, I moved into my dorm last night. My room (simply put) is pink explosion. I have pink bedding, pink hangers, pink decorations, pink slippers, pink plates, cups, bowls, pink hamper, pink trash can... hell even my can opener is pink. I know eventually I'll mix up the color scheme but I did get fed up with having a purple room and having my favorite color ignored so it doesn't really sicken me. It just bugs my friends... a little. I owe my mom a lifetime for helping me move in. While everyone had already settled in and while my mom was one of the few parents to be on campus in and out of the dorms, my mom was a major lifesaver. She went above and beyond parent duty and I am incrediby grateful for everything she did for me. Usually we can drive each other nuts but the fact that she survived this and did this all for me makes me incredibly grateful.
When my mom left, I managed to chill with some friends from campus. We broke in my pink plates and munched on hot pockets, then I finished setting up my room. All I need now is internet which has yet to be set up in my dorm.
So, now what?
Cheers to the last day of summer and really not knowing what to expect.