Well At Least I Get To Buy New Pens...

So I thought that the excitement would last. It never does. How stupid of me to assume it would be different this time. I guess I'm still excited to some degree: school will start and I crave the rush of flying fingers late at night; I get to drive; I won't have to be home as much, and time not spent at school will be spent enveloped in management sales plans (my favourite kind of paperwork...numbers have always been calming) and Satsuma body butter. However, those things seem to be ecclipsed by some awesome things. One of my personal favourites being the people down the street who hate us and who would probably be the first to spit on any of our graves. So much love in this family! I don't know what to say about all of the other things going on, except maybe that there is definitely a clock ticking very loudly at me, telling me to hurry up and make a decision. I'm very tired and I wish I could just make a clean break from all of this, just vanish into the depths of the library and lecture hall and never come out, reincarnated as a How-(not)-To book. However, I will just have to hold my stupid ground and figure this little dance out for myself. What fun. And also, I didn't really mean for this to come out as depressing as it sounds.