dance until we just can't
your hair looks amazing.
plus ten to self-esteem.
your nails are fire engine red.
plus five to self-esteem.
a girl whom you have always considered to be the most beautiful girl in existance comments a picture of you saying that you're gorgeous.
plus eleventy million to self esteem.
someone very sweet says that he think you're prettier than that girl anyway, by far.
plus thirty million to self-esteem.
three weeks till you go home.
plus a trillion to morale.
you macgyver your way out of the broken windows media player situation.
plus fifteen to self-esteem and plus twenty to morale.
bedtime.
p.s. hi gene i miss you. three more weeks and i'm yours. actually, acratch that. i totally already am.