Last classes, moving, and SAD

My lab practical exam that I was looking forward to so much turned out to be really really boring. I thought identifying chemicals would be fun - and it was in some cases, but I underestimated just how long four minutes is when you've got nothing to do but stare at the bottle of ammonia in front of you that took ten seconds to identify. Also, I was disappointed that they didn't include LiCl as one of the unknowns. I wanted to see that brilliant magenta flame again.

The last chemistry lecture, though, was awesome and amazing. There is a running joke in our class that indigo isn't a real color, so when we got a slide about color absorption and I asked what the difference was between violet and purple, the prof took the opportunity to bash indigo. "What have they replaced it with?" he asked, and I'm not quite sure the question makes sense, but it doesn't matter because someone answered him "Pluto." Then at the end of the class, our professor sat on the table, took out a guitar, and played a song about sodium and chlorine in the ocean. It was FANTASTICALLY my style.

So next week I have two finals, and then I'm coming back home only to turn around and the next day go to the East Coast for a wedding. Here's the thing: I need to get all my stuff out of my room before I do. That means I have three basic options:

1. Move all my stuff back to Portland, and then move whatever's necessary down again when I move into my dorm.
2. Store the stuff I want for my dorm in Eugene, and move the rest back to Portland.
3. Store everything in Eugene, and send what won't fit into my dorm back to Portland later.

I will have to talk to some people before I know what I need to do. It may be that I won't have access to a car on the day I need it to move stuff back to Portland and I have to take option 3, but even in that case I need to bring a box of clothes (and hopefully my bike) on the bus because I will need them for the break.

In other news, my seasonal affectedness grows every year. I used to function obliviously to the weather. Then freshman year of high school, I started getting frustrated and down in the spring, but feeling a lot better on sunny days even though I wasn't a big fan of the sun. This year, it's only December and I already feel AMAZING every time I see direct sunlight. But as soon as it goes away life seems strangely unstriking.