I haven’t been on my blog in approximately two weeks and you people haven’t even bothered to ask if I’m okay? I could have DIED. Naw, I’m kidding. I didn’t die. I was just on vacation. At the beach, in fact.
I’ve been home for a week, but busy with cleaning my room and organizing strenuously from dawn to dusk (more like noon to six). I got a TON done. My room is beautiful (for once) and I can ACTUALLY see my floor. Now just give me two weeks, and it will look like a hurricane blew through once again.
Actually I go back to college for my senior year in a week. I’m super excited, as well as anxious. I don’t deal well with transition, so if I don’t have a major breakdown upon arriving back to school it will be a surprise. Every year without fail, freshman, sophomore and junior, I’ve spent wallowing on the floor, throwing up in the toilet, going through ten entire boxes of tissues whilst getting accustomed to the daily routine of being on my own again. It’s great fun, and no matter how many times I tell myself how weak I am, I always end up getting through it.
I’ll be sure to let you guys along for the ride this year. Be here. August 24th, 9:00 p.m. sharp. I should be on my fifth box of tissues, and seventh Valium by then (I don’t really take that many Valium).