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on Sunday afternoon, my mother, my brother and i are all going to pile into our new shiny beast and take off. our plans consist of places that we eventually want to see and visit(statue of liberty, aunt vicky, jamestown). we will be gone for one, one and a half, maybe two weeks? and when i get back i will have an odd little week before i turn nineteen years old (i am getting so old. but i still feel four so that is good... do four year olds have birhtday parties?) and then we are going to visit my godmother and see the blue man group (!!!). and then i start RA intensive training. so you see? this is almost my last week of summer, kinda sorta. and i absolutely have lists and lists of things i want to do (more accurately of people i want to see). i haev been playing dress up (pretty print skirts and lovely halter tops) and making phone calls and listening to every single cd i own. a large part of yesteday was spent spilled over a small table in borders. an outsider would have seen three giggly girls hunched over stacks of european travel books but we saw unlimited adventures (we are going in janurary. over the agonizingly long winter break. we know it will cost arms and legs and feet and ears but we figure: you are only young once. you only have this little financial responsibility once. you only have one life). and kristen is going to come too! and just. life! life! Life! i have realized (correctly or incorrectly i know not) that sometimes it is better to just go instead of thinking of the consequences (like calling people... not like having babies) because regret lasts a lot longer than embarassment. and that is all i have for now yo.