December 6, 2010
So this Saturday was International Lolita Day.
I officially looked like crap in all my photos so this is the only one you're gonna see. My fucking camera is gonna die.
Yesterday I spent watching House and Grey's Anatomy. I think I love medical dramas, but House is less like a soap opera so I like that one more.
And now I'm just stressing about traveling. I leave this week you know, for Minnesota. I've only begun to pack and I'm freaking out so bad I'm getting pimples. I never get pimples...unless I'm suffering long term anxiety. Which I am. I should just pack and make sure I have everything ready. That'll ease some of it. But only some.
I talked to my mom a lot the other day too. About stuff going at home, about all the snow, holiday preparations. So I'm totally psyched to be back. It's just...the trip itself is going to BOMB.
And I haven't heard much from Chris either. The Chris who bought my ticket. The Chris who's supposed to pick me up at the terminal when I arrive. Yeah....that's not a good sign. I hope he doesn't ditch me. Although I have a track record of friend's dropping me, I hope he at least waits until he gets me to Buffalo. That would be ideal. I don't relish the idea of calling my mom from Minneapolis and begging her to come pick me up. Yikes.
So I SHOULD be asleep. Instead, I'm probably going to stay awake a bit more and figure out how to cram my duffel bag full of shit.
I officially looked like crap in all my photos so this is the only one you're gonna see. My fucking camera is gonna die.
Yesterday I spent watching House and Grey's Anatomy. I think I love medical dramas, but House is less like a soap opera so I like that one more.
And now I'm just stressing about traveling. I leave this week you know, for Minnesota. I've only begun to pack and I'm freaking out so bad I'm getting pimples. I never get pimples...unless I'm suffering long term anxiety. Which I am. I should just pack and make sure I have everything ready. That'll ease some of it. But only some.
I talked to my mom a lot the other day too. About stuff going at home, about all the snow, holiday preparations. So I'm totally psyched to be back. It's just...the trip itself is going to BOMB.
And I haven't heard much from Chris either. The Chris who bought my ticket. The Chris who's supposed to pick me up at the terminal when I arrive. Yeah....that's not a good sign. I hope he doesn't ditch me. Although I have a track record of friend's dropping me, I hope he at least waits until he gets me to Buffalo. That would be ideal. I don't relish the idea of calling my mom from Minneapolis and begging her to come pick me up. Yikes.
So I SHOULD be asleep. Instead, I'm probably going to stay awake a bit more and figure out how to cram my duffel bag full of shit.