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Steve and I (Steve one time mocked the summer that every single livejournal entry, for those were the days we wrote in it as often as possible because every little thing we did was SO DAMN INTERESTING (not), began with the phrase "Steve and I" or "Emily and I"...things have not changed much, I suppose) are planning an epic trip to europe. And I do mean epic. We will be gone for two months next summer and we will see everything and we will sleep in cheap hostels or camp in borrowed tents and we will swim off amazing beaches and hike through beautiful wilderness and drink fine wine and meet hot boys with HOT accents and we will see things we've never seen before and it will be brilliant.
What's this? You don't think it will actually happen?
We bought maps. We planned the route. We talked to our parents. I'm saving up every cent I own. So that's that.
But alas, for now I must work work work and that's okay.
What's this? You don't think it will actually happen?
We bought maps. We planned the route. We talked to our parents. I'm saving up every cent I own. So that's that.
But alas, for now I must work work work and that's okay.