.elementary penguins.
i had seventeen thousand things that i wanted to write down before i actually got to the text box and now i can't remember any of them.
i just don't know what to think anymore. i should be mainly happy about things (ie: cruise tomorrow) but in all honesty, i'm not as excited as i should be. i don't know if its because i just woke up or what the deal is. i think it's because i'm unsure of what to expect. and if there are no expectations, then i won't be disappointed, right?
I still do want to move to london really badly. but, the more i think about it, the more i know that i am just doing it to get away from orlando, this dreary, sort of retarded-esk city. i keep on hoping that there will be something for me there, and that's what is holding my want to be there. not saying that there is one hundred percent nothing here for me. but, it's just that... i don't know.
the beatles always find a way to cheer me up, except for today. now i have to do laundry before tomorrow. lame.
who reads this anyways?
i just don't know what to think anymore. i should be mainly happy about things (ie: cruise tomorrow) but in all honesty, i'm not as excited as i should be. i don't know if its because i just woke up or what the deal is. i think it's because i'm unsure of what to expect. and if there are no expectations, then i won't be disappointed, right?
I still do want to move to london really badly. but, the more i think about it, the more i know that i am just doing it to get away from orlando, this dreary, sort of retarded-esk city. i keep on hoping that there will be something for me there, and that's what is holding my want to be there. not saying that there is one hundred percent nothing here for me. but, it's just that... i don't know.
the beatles always find a way to cheer me up, except for today. now i have to do laundry before tomorrow. lame.
who reads this anyways?