I'd turn some records with you. If you asked me to.

Man.

I've got like... eighth grade, I-love-all-dem-boys syndrome.

It changes... WEEKLY. What the crap!

Also, I've pretty much lost the ability to do anything productive. I mean I'll study tonight, but after that... it's all downhill. Rough.

BREAK! TAKE ME AWAYYYY!!!

:(

It feels as though boy-chasing is pretty much an exercise in futility at this point since I'm gone in t-67 days. Possibly never to return. I mean things could happen I suppose, but the chances are not good. (HOWEVER... if things go as planned... I might be seeing him four days a week instead of three!... yeah, this needs to stop).

But let's face it, none of this is going to keep me from trying. Not these facts, not past experience... yeah not much. But we can hope. That nothing bad happens.

What good is a heart if not for breaking?

I just really... REALLY have to give this to God because... I don't know what's good for me, I really don't. I have a hard enough time getting adequate nutrition and exercising. And remembering to wash my face before I go to bed and... being professional in general.

I'M STILL A CHILD!! I'M A WOMAN-CHILD!!! WHAT IS THIS?!?!

How did I miss this? How did I forget to grow up?

I really just... I really want to tell him. Honestly, what have I got to lose?

Gaaaah I can't do that. I really need to not make things weirder than they already may be.

FRICK!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

Maybe we will never know.