I don't want to do my french homework.
I want to go home and see Brandon. Only 15 days.
Yes. I am that pathetic.
No one is going to be on campus this weekend.
I have to get up at 4:30 tomorrow morning.
I have a paper to write.
I really dislike my writing class.
I think I am going to marry Jon Stewart. <3 ( Read more... )

I roll the window down ( Read more... )

I'm going to recap a few of the conversations that I have had with my parents in the last 24 hours. That way, you will understand why I am the way I am. :)

Conversation One:
It's 2 a.m. and I'm wandering around the house because I can't sleep. So, I stroll into my dad's office, and this is how it goes...
Dad: EMILY! What are you doing up? It's ( Read more... )

I leave for school in a month, and it still hasn't hit me that I won't be living the same life I've been living for the past 18 years. I've lived in the same house, gone to the same school, and have had the same friends (relatively) for all that time. So...in 30 days, I'll be sharing a tiny room with a complete stranger, and taking classes that ( Read more... )

Fresh start.