and if i keep telling myself it's alright, maybe it will be

So, in good news: I FINISHED MY WORK, which means I FINISHED ONE SEMESTER OF COLLEGE and I didn't fail anything.
In bad news: I'm starting to freak out a little bit. We're driving to San Diego. Tonight. In a pickup truck. We're insane. It's insane. We're insane.
In more bad news: I have to kind of semi-pack up the room. Before dance.
In more more bad news: I'm exhausted. Emotionally, physically just completely exhausted. And I can't sleep. And I have two or three or so hours of dance today.
In potentially good news: I might get to see him tonight. I hope.
In good? news: We're really doing this. REALLY. OH mygod.
In good news: I can finally hide a million notes for Julia to find.
In good news: I got Dad and Alex done for Christmas shopping.
In bad news: I have a mom, too.
In good news: I love her.
In bad news: I have no idea what to get her.
In bad news: "In what scientists are calling 'pretty gay' I can't find my" will to be awake.
In bad news: I cannot reach my cousins.
In good news: Soon we won't be able to think about it anymore.
In bad news: We're clearly insane.
In potentially bad news: If the dorm burns down, I will cry.
In bad news: I have something stuck in my teeth and no floss.
In good news: Flossing helps prevent cavities.
In bad news: I might be going insane.
In kinda darkly funny news: I've managed to avoid the guy who asked me out ever since he asked, except yesterday when I was standing in the hall, hugging Brock, and he walked by. Heh.



LK:SDLKFJ:LKSDJF:LKJDS:FLKJDS:LFJEURHFUWOIERHKJSBNDKFHG We're insane. Totally insane. And it's gonna be okay, but I mean..the whole country. In a pickup truck. And it's small. We tried to clean it out today. We're insane. Ah. It'll be ok. It will. I'll just keep singing Christmas carols to myself.
Love,
Me