I have a knack for doing things the wrong way. I have been stuck in a perpetual state of denial that I'm actually taking a summer class. So now that I've given in to the realization that I have class in the morning, I'm chugging huge cups of coffee so I can stay up all night and be miserable all day tomorrow. And we don't have creamer so I have to drink it black... and sudsy because I don't think I completely rinsed the soap out of my coffee mug. It's diluted, so I'll drink it anyway.
I am constantly filling my body with poison. Ah, so young too.
I'm moving this weekend. Haven't packed a single thing. And yet I still think I'll be making a trip back home somewhere in between now and Sunday.
Where is my phone? Not that anyone ever calls. Random meaningless texts. Such is the norm.
I'm having a secret love affair with some beautifully written music.
The secret's out.
I'm in the mood for some of Emma's peanut butter cookies. It's almost tragic that Emma and I live incredibly separate lives and are so far apart from each other. How our friendship managed to survive everything it has continues to amaze me. And we're two completely different people from when we first met.
Alright, down to business. Maybe I'll get to sleep tonight.
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