I go back to Pensacola today! I'm wicked excited, soon as I get back I've been promised to step through my door with a margarita in hand. It feels really nice to know you've been missed and to have parties thrown in your honor. I'm not vain, I'm just saying. Wait, I can't say that I'm not because I probably am. Due to my extensive procrastination habits I have put off writing my research paper and it's due Tuesday, I also have an exam on Tuesday. So I'm going to be rushing and writing and cussing and just trying to get my shit together. I really should have done it this week, I wasn't doing anything really but I'd rather sit on my balcony than pick up the laptop. Oh well, I work better under pressure? Perhaps. I sort of hate the word perhaps, and maybe people who say it. Sorry about the rambling, I'm just too excited and I'm listening to The Faint, so that always makes me bouncy anyways. I should start on my paper tonight, I say that now, but two liters of tequila later, I won't. At least my research topic is something I'm heavily fluent in: psychoactive drugs. I know so much and I know so many credible web sites, this might just be a breeze. Speaking of psychoactive drugs, tis' the season and I should go pick my own.
My little piece of heaven!
My little piece of heaven!