It's the final countdown! Dodododoooo deetdodododooo!

"So this is the magic trick, huh?"

"Illusion, Michael. A 'trick' is something a whore does for money... or candy!"

Tadaa! My countdown. Well, maybe just a rough draft. I'm tempted to make a new one. With even more stickers.

Oh sweet September, why must you tempt me by being so far away? My deposit is paid, my benefits are being taken advantage of while I still have them, and contacts have finally been successfully shoved into my eyes (only took three 45 minute appointments...) I'm ready. Well, except for all that other stuff that I have to wait to do. Student loan applications don't start until May and I won't get any more class info like a supplies list or class start times (like in case I need to buy a car if the bus won't get me there in time) until July.

Turkey is only 1.5 months away, though. Shouldn't that hold me over? I haven't been able to get excited though. Gah!

What to do, what to do.

Ugh, why do pictures mess up the formating? I'm very particular about my line spacing... I don't even know if I can post this in such a state!

I've been so bored. Especially in the evenings.

"Don't you have any hobbies?"

"I like eating."

"Everyone does. It doesn't count as a hobbie."

"Boogers!"

So then he says I should go write something. But I can't write when he's around. He's very forgetful and will forget to be shutted up. I don't even listen to music when I write, let alone participate in (or ignore) a conversation.

I wish I had art/crafting supplies, and lots of room for them to be spread out. I'd like to make something with my hands to go with some poetry...

Maybe I'll work on a spiffier countdown. With more sparkles and stickers... or candy!