London's in less than a month now, and my stomach's all tied in knots. Remember in the beginning when I couldn't wait to go? Now I'm so nervous that I can't stand it. All of this preparation, all of this paperwork... just let me GO already. I need to meet some hot English boys, let them sweep me off my feet, and have that three month long summer romance that I never got to have. Then again, who actually has a summer romance, anyway? No one I know. That sort of thing only happens in the movies. Am I just being jealous of something that doesn't happen?
I think I used to be funny. I'm not sure how it happened, but I really don't think I am anymore. Maybe I'm just trying too hard.
I'm coming home for Christmas on the 22nd. It doesn't look like I'll be staying with my cousin again like I did for Thanksgiving because as it turns out, my Aunt and Steve have to be out of their house before Christmas (They're selling it. Did I tell you? BOO!). As of right now, we'll probably end up staying with Joyce at her place in Bellmore. Even though I find Joyce a tad... insufferable, at least it's closer to all of my L-Town MacArthur crew. No more late night hour long drives home for me! No more spotty cell phone service! For that week that I'm home, it'll be gold.
Sigh. 21 days until I expire.
Wow. That was choppy.