Flat to let
I burnt my toast. MY TOAST IS BURNT.
There are two radio promotions going on right now that I'd give my left ovary to win. One is to go to Las Vegas to see POD. The plane ticket I'd take. The concert ticket I'd wipe my ass with and call it a day. The second contest, of which I heard briefly, is to win a trip to New York to see Dave Matthews (Band?) peform. !w00t! I'd die if I actually won that one. Sweet death.
I'm going home soon. I can't wait. I miss everyone. Andrew wants to get together with me but ugh. I don't know. I told him I'd make time to have lunch or something but I probably won't. He's getting all clingly again. Why me?
I don't have anything else to write about that isn't related to school. Lotsofstufftodo/lotsoftestscomingup/pressurecooker/anxiousaboutnextsemester/don'tknowwhattodowithmylife/someonehelp
There, now that that's out of the way. Time to go.
There are two radio promotions going on right now that I'd give my left ovary to win. One is to go to Las Vegas to see POD. The plane ticket I'd take. The concert ticket I'd wipe my ass with and call it a day. The second contest, of which I heard briefly, is to win a trip to New York to see Dave Matthews (Band?) peform. !w00t! I'd die if I actually won that one. Sweet death.
I'm going home soon. I can't wait. I miss everyone. Andrew wants to get together with me but ugh. I don't know. I told him I'd make time to have lunch or something but I probably won't. He's getting all clingly again. Why me?
I don't have anything else to write about that isn't related to school. Lotsofstufftodo/lotsoftestscomingup/pressurecooker/anxiousaboutnextsemester/don'tknowwhattodowithmylife/someonehelp
There, now that that's out of the way. Time to go.