So. I now only have 2 weekends left before I leave. Isn't that weird? It's almost like an out of body experience, like... I KNOW I'm leaving, but I don't really get that it's ME. It's weird. It's sad and almost unfair, but I find myself kind of drifting away from my absoltue best friends in the world and feeling closer to like my friends from orientation or my roommate. I think it's because subconsciously I want it to be easy to pick up and leave. And I think I know deep down that it's not like the end or anything... I really can't wait to come home and see the THS shows next year... Matt told me what they were, but I've already forgotten. I know Loyola is doing the Leramie Project (a drama written about the Matthew Shephard tragedy of... the late 90's? Not sure exactly when)... I am almost positive I'm gonna audition for it. (Go figure, right? Can't even avoid the stage for a few months. What have I gotten myself into?)
Actual Countdown: 17 days
Soung of the Day: Lily Allen - "Knock Em Out"
Oh. And mom was pissed that she wasn't in any of the pictures recently, so here's some pictures. (And I'm not leaving Papa out of the graduation picture on purpose, I promise, he just happened to be TAKING the picture.)
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