life.

i never want to feel like i am no longer my own person.

mr. tatum.

"he could literally fart directly in my face and i would be thankful"

yess.

3 days till i'm done.
3 days till she arrives.
8 days till home time.
12 days till party time.
14 days till home time.
22 days till school.
25 days till DR.

t-minus 8 (but potentially only 5) months until my escape from etown.

language.

give me release,
let the waves of time and space surround me,
yeah.

cause i need room to breathe,
let me float back to the place you found me.
i'll be ok.



(it would be perfect if i could say this to you. little do you know, i've already moved on. i hope you know what you're missing out on.)

people are retarded.

1. i knew it, you suck.
2. asshole.
3. i'm still really mad at you even though i can't really admit it.
4. that probably won't happen again.
5. dear person i barely know, stop calling me pet names. it's weird.
6. share the bacon, assholes.
7. stop telling me my current school/career choice is useless.
8. i'm so frustrated in the most general way possible, i don't even know where to begin.

ah yes.

so good to relax.
minus all the awful food i've eaten today, and probably will continue to eat.
tomorrow i shall begin working out again.
i deserve a weekend of lazy after finishing clinical.
only two more weeks, a week of exams, then the new semester.

0.5 weeks to home/dance party/confusing boy/best friends.
2.5 weeks to lauren/best days ever.
4 weeks to elements/rage dancing/that amazing feeling with amazing people.
5 weeks to dominican for 3 days/family visits/swim out bedroom and swim up pool bar.

it's gonna get real good, real soon.