You were just a backstreets girl, hustling and fighting, scratching and biting
So I'm sitting here in the Chels-tarium on her computer. There was a mandatory-if-you-don't-show-it-will-be-taken-into-account-all member Little Theater meeting that required me to come back to campus and it was only 15 minutes. I wish that mandatory meetings would last long enough to justify my return to campus instead of actually getting stuff done. Although I did get some cookies out of it, and sitting with Chelsey and Meagan is nice too. I currently only have 4 classes and that has me, I feel, rightfully worried. Although I'm nearly positive I'll get into my Islam class, I'm still not positive about the Biology one and I already dropped my Historical Geography class, so if it doesn't work out I might be screwed. I miss Rachel a lot already but hopefully she is visiting this weekend, which is awesome. Also, I feel silly and needy because I should be able to deal with more time away from people, but I fell for Rachel so hardcore and I'm extremely and sillily in love. Chelsey says hi, to everyone who reads this, especially you Meagan, because it's not like you just heard her. Back to courses, I hope I don't get screwed, mostly because it would suck and throw me drastically off course. C'est la vie? Oh well, I'm tired of writing and just scored some awesome 4 month-old cookies. Ciao!