saturn1

well. i guess i should start packing, or something. i really just want to be there and not have to get there. well. unless it does involve favorite boy who makes me giggle like a fucking idiot driving out there with me. which is being discussed. in which case i don't want to be there, i want to be getting there. for at least 4 weeks. because that will be fun as fuck.

i can only bring a few boxes of things. how the fuck am i supposed to choose what things? i guess it'll be cathartic. not that i am in particular need of catharsis. but you know, i guess that's how life works.

i made a friend last weekend that has the same birthday as me. i bet we're gonna hate each other

i am missing THIS GIRL & loving this girl :