mood: contemplative
music: library at nine
CPCetc: ow. headache.
music: library at nine
CPCetc: ow. headache.
It's snowing outside.
I'm really worried about Thanksgiving. I know I say it all the time, but I am. I'm worried about having to tell Tori that I won't be at hre wedding. I'm worried about Mads. I'm worried about not spending enough time with Marion and someone letting something slip and having a huge schism in the clan of Tussing. I'm worried about University and the fact that I haven't gotten an acceptance letter from anyone.
I'm worried about Gran and Grandpa. That this is going to be the last Thanksgiving we have together.
I'm worried about keeping my Psych grade up and about Thetard dashing the Wilde script and Paige's show not getting into TheatreFest. I'm worried about being alone for Chanukkah again this year.
...I just need to get to Christmas break. After that, everything will be fine. But for now, I just want to get through finals and Mads and have everything be quiet for a couple of weeks.
Oy vay.

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