Today sucks. Already. I’m so pessimistic. Yet, somehow, waking up and realizing you need immediate medical attention is not my idea of a good way to start the day. FML.
Tomorrow is my birthday. My 18th, to be precise.
I’m in college. In fact, I’m about to head to class.
I live in a dorm. Although, I’m only about an hour away.
I have a great boyfriend. Soon to be long distance.
I haven’t seen my sisters in what feels like forever. In reality, about a week.
I miss them. I miss Stockbridge. I miss trees, and grass. And country air.
It’s crazy.
Today was a good day.
Marriah and I got a four-wheeler stuck in the mud, knee high.
We hit jumps at 25mph.
And I talked to her sister, when she picked her up.
And thennn. I hung out with Kylee.
We played basketball, soccer, and hit golf balls with a baseball.
He’s a pree chill kidd. :D
—Then, b^b^ and I went to Sprinkles. Good dayss.
34 more school days left til graduation.
Lies. It’s more like…
20% - Stare and try not to get caught.
5% - Pick up Lines.
30% - Go talk to them, screw it up, run away.
19% - Go talk to them, successfully.
15% - Be horrible to them.
1% - Dare friends to call, text, or poke them.
10% - Try to go from stranger, to friends, to relationships.
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