one week to go in thie hell hole...
last night i had all these strange dreams about band. Though there is no way im doing it again (too much time/ no desire to wear that ugly uniform/ i need to graduate) im a little sad. im going to miss running out of the north tunnel, the free booze, the unconditional love. not to mention the convenience of always having kevin around during my "spare" time.
why am i always more upset about things after the fact?
why am i always more upset about things after the fact?