... on the top of my mind.
I just consumed four cups of coffee (with like 34239 things of creamer), which has not been done before by yours truly. Currently experiencing drastic effects. My mind's going crazy. Gahmerpaderp.
We [RA + roomie + moi] are going to Disneyland in T-2 days. Excitement cannot be contained.
I have so much to do in the next week. So many essays and finals and projects due.
Our room is extraordinary messy right now. It needs to be cleaned so that we can get ready to pack. I also kind of want to never mention packing, because that means leaving, and my plan is to just stay and hide here forever and hope that no one notices.
My roommate learned to understand Chinese through my phone conversations with the madre and she's officially taught me how to semi-catch and throw things. Nine months of living with a varsity softball player... It has its benefits.
My friends are playing some weird bounce-the-orange-off-the-medicine-ball game and it is legitimately terrifying me. They also broke the orange and instead of letting me eat it, they duct taped it with turquoise duct tape and continued. And I want to eat my orange.
I love late-night singing sessions, where we find girl anthems and sing at the top of our lungs... So loudly that the guy downstairs came upstairs to join us. And the guys next to us yelled at us.
I've never had any outrageous desire to go to Spain, but at this moment in time, I want nothing more than to be in Barcelona. Strange.
That's all. Yes I know I'm weird, kaythanksbye :)