This end of the semester is so much easier than any other I recall, that I kind of feel like it's all wrong. I'm starting to slack off because I can, and it's probably not for the best.
Having friends who don't drink until their 21 is problematic. For realz.
I think I gained like 3 pounds from eating at the Virginia Diner alone on Sunday. That one meal done me in.
This Saturday is the surprise MAC trip, and I'm so effin' pumped. More than I should be. Also, I'm just ready to have time apart. I love my friends, but I'm not a one friend kinda lady. I gotta play the field, and some girls are just so damn clingy...