Every Friday, just about midnight, all my problems seem to disappear.

I’ve been listening to so much music. My brain is going to rot out.

Here it is. The night before I get to go home. My lucky boob brother Aaron got to go home today. This makes me jealous.

He’d better stay outta his present.

I added some of what I needed to add to D’s gift. I hope he likes it. I’m worried he’ll think it’s girly. It’s friggin’ not, though. He said he’s adding a “sprinkle of magic” to my gift that has to do with his homecoming, and whatever it is, I’m not allowed to cheat. I won’t, but:

I wanna know, man.

Goodness.

Going home is going to be a little bittersweet, I think. On the one hand, I get to see everyone I love. My brothers and parents and D. On the other hand, it’s probably going to be the last time I see D before he leaves. It’s kinda hard to think about.

Self, no matter what’s happening, you are not allowed to be clingy. No. No. No.

New topic, mm. I’m getting sad. Lemme see…Oh, I almost finished cleaning my room. My RA has to come to my room and give me the ‘okay’ so I can check out. All packed. Well, not all. I still need things to get ready with in the morning. I’m booking it out at 5:45am. Thinking about staying up all night and sleeping on the plane. If D calls tonight that should knock a few hours out, at least. I love planes.

Planes, planes, planes.

Here’s a plane:



I’m going to be riding in one of these in less than twelve hours. Fun, right? I know!

Check ya later. Gotta work on some shizz.