No!
Stressing.
Did I make the right choice where to live next year, and the right roommate?
Is this a choice that will be residing heavy on my mind all summer?
I mean probably not, but I have a kind of fucked up psyche for that sort of stuff.
Chronic worrier and all that.
It's so beautiful out, this is the wrong time to be unhappy.
Stressing also about the work that is piling up, and the psychology test I have on 4/21, which is essentially going to ruin my weekend, as I am doing quite poorly in that class and therefor need to major amounts of studying for it.
For as much as I am incredibly excited and ready to be home, I'm scared to death of how different things are going to be when I get back here.
I see myself doing the whole emo first semester thing again.
Why the fuck am I worrying about that now though?
Tonight my friends and I do the second installment of our Star Wars drinking game series.
So that will most certainly brighten my mood, I hope.