So I don't have anything profound to say. I'm tired, very tired. I'm pretty satisified with my life at the moment, although nothing has really changed. I go back to Chicago next Friday to really start planning my new life. I'm excited, but afraid. I still haven't found a job, but I have classes, and two roommates, and a boy who likes to flirt with me. And I have a pink shirt. It doesn't really get any better than this.
xaqary:
this is the nexus
stickyrice:
Oh, you're going to like Chicago. The asphalt is starting to bake.