Leaving...
I'm leaving for Sydney on Saturday. I've having my 'coming and going' (worst pun ever - am so proud!) party tomorrow night for my 18th birthday (which is on Sunday) and my going to Sydney. I leave at 9.35 Saturday morning. Tomorrow morning I have a free birthday facial at 11. The plumber's coming at 7am.
It all sounds very confusing, yes? So perhaps you can understand why my mum's stressing. See.. I haven't actually started packing. This fact should probably be worrying me. I'm not caring. It hasn't even registered that I'm going to college in a few days - let alone the not packing thing.
This is all so very incoherent. I should really pack. Or sleep.
Also, Brokeback Mountain is beautiful. A bit slow in parts. But so damn beautiful. "I wish I knew how to quit you."
It all sounds very confusing, yes? So perhaps you can understand why my mum's stressing. See.. I haven't actually started packing. This fact should probably be worrying me. I'm not caring. It hasn't even registered that I'm going to college in a few days - let alone the not packing thing.
This is all so very incoherent. I should really pack. Or sleep.
Also, Brokeback Mountain is beautiful. A bit slow in parts. But so damn beautiful. "I wish I knew how to quit you."