I can sell ice to an eskimo
So, I'm sitting here staring at my empty under-the-bed storage bins, and thinking how weird it's going to be F I N A L L Y getting the fuck out of here.
I'm not nervous about the coursework, or the size of the school or whatever...But def. a few stray anxious thoughts have crossed my mind. My parents have invested so much in me. I feel like such a B R A T, because I'm freaking jumping the Levine Ship when I prally should just stay on deck for a few more years.
I know you love my analogy.
This is SO going to blow up in my face. Haha..I can't wait.
My internship is O V E R as of tomorrow and I couldnt be happier. I am walking away knowing crazy computer stuff and with a scholarship. Not for being smart or clever, just because I can speak publicly. Damn it feels good to be a gangster.
But the real reason I am updating: This summer has been off the heezy. Now, I dont want you to comment just because I put your name in this entry BUT:
SAM KATIE JEN
Love is what I've got. Let's start a riot. xoxo