welcome.
Meow.
Meow. |
...Okay, that's a lie. I have nothing to say.
I'm also a fan of the Oxford comma. Regardless, it was so nice. And it kills me that it's one of the last times it'll happen for a few months. 4 days. I need to freaking pack. I need to just go. I'm so pumped to get my model kit for organic. Like. Beyond pumped. And that's really dumb. But man I just want to make glucose and shit. So I guess in the midst of last minute junk the next few days, there's simply packing, work, and reviewing. Gotta make sure I can do Calculus still. And packed away the other Chem sheets. And can recite the Russian alphabet. And pronounce a bit. Yeah school. I love it.
7 days. 7 freaking days. So many unsorted matter of bussiness. 13.5 more hours of work. Packing. Letter writing. Address getting. Weird things.
Seaweed salad, sushi, and ginger ice cream. Just fantastic. I never do stuff like that. It was nice. I've had a few nice experiences out to eat. That was one of them. Good things. Weird to be leaving so soon though. 8 days, basically. And so much to be done. But books are ready. Lab's set. Fees are paid. Just have to get there now. Just need some new people. Just need some support and like minds in future plans and such. Excitement. I think so. And writing more on piano. Which is coming easier lately. It doesn't sound great, but it's something.
So pumped to get to classes.
Run. Hair appointment. Lunch with the mother. Errands. Russian. Work. And so many graphics. So many freaking graphics. Come in tomorrow and help with them? Of course, I'd love nothing more! Mrow. And the ability of transferring back and forth between stores is nice... My mind's wandering again. Which is fine. It's just sort of annoying. Okay. Sleep.
Still have a headache and can't eat. So, Susan's going to keep trying to run. And will continue to munch on apples. |
