Complaining about my suitemates feels like I'm beating the shit out of a dead horse, but this is something I need to share. It's kind of hard to recall the events in the exact way they happened since everything was covered in a haze of anxiety and I was exhausted. I'm consulting the panicky tweets I spammed the other night just to be sure.

( Under the cut because it's kind of a long post I guess )

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I leave this Saturday. THIS SATURDAY. Dad and I are arguing over which one of us should pick where we're going for dinner on Friday night. I say him because the 27th is his birthday, he says me because it's my last day ( Read more... )