Jun 04, 2008 15:02
"Your fingertips across my skin
When you left, you kissed my lips
You told me you would never forget these images
I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind."
Just when I think I'm done with whatever new thing AiP hurls my way, they fling something even heavier at my face. Another test, another payment, a new agreement, something to sign, phone conversations about this and that, e-mails concerning yadda yadda, etc. Whatever, it's worth it. I'd give them a sample of my blood if I could just have the assurance of admittance. I'm going to be the most excited student attending the Institute, hands down. "A pop quiz? GIVE IT TO ME." "This tiny dorm ROCKS!" "FUCK YEAH, IT'S POURING RAIN!!!"
I have $16 left in my bank account.