I tried to count the butterflies in my stomach...

To my bedroom at 3:01am:
I win, b*tch.

To my mother at 7:28am:
In the mornings, you are a b*tch

To Madame while catching up on French homework:
B*tch, b*tch, b*tch.

To Wisconsin weather:
...b*tch.


So today is the day.
I was cleaning my room until 3 in the morning, finally settled in for the night at 3:30.
My parents nearly put the stopper on the whole thing this morning...
I don't know what I'd do without my sister.
At 1:30 today, I leave for the station.
If I get lost I will cry
And it will make my mascara run.
My hair hasn't faded
And it looks entirely strange against my commodore coat.
-I am wearing my commodore coat to the station; it is easier to find a pirate that way-
The floor of my bedroom is nothing but a queen-sized air matress (small bedroom) with tenuously matched bedclothes and no fitted sheet.
I do quite hope my parents don't cut off my plans with john_ward513 and burgundyhearts.
--I angst.

And yet...
I am happily in love.

If I can manage to be perfectly submissive to my parents, it will be the Spring Break to beat all.



But I can't guarantee I'll be online all that often.

Love to all, dears, and wish us well!


(And I repeat-- To my bedroom at 3:01am: I win, b*tch.)