And now I wish that you were here.

I have 118 pages of bio to read before I can take my test tomorrow.
2 down, 116 to go.
Guess who is going to take a long fucking nap tomorrow afternoon.

Wait for me, will you wait for me?

It's been decided. I'm going to apply for a position to work at the Centre Juno Beach in Normandy, France for the summer. I wanted to go to Europe anyway, and I doubt I can afford it on my own...so why not just work there? I'd be gone from April 26 to August 31, 2009.
Wish me luck with this. It'd be an experience of a lifetime, and even though I'm not a big Canadian history buff, I'm willing to pretend to enjoy it for the purposes of doing this. Maybe I'll end up actually enjoying it, haha.

Also, Anberlin's new album is good. I'm quite enjoying it.

You promised.

Baby, baby, baby, baby, tell me how

This is going to be really hard. But it has to be done.
I miss you so much, and it's a huge problem.
So therefore, this has to happen. I hate it, and it sucks, but I have to.
Fuck my life.

In the end, it's me you're gonna miss

It's time for a list, I think, of things I'm currently not a fan of:
i. You, and the way you've been treating me.
ii. The way I have to go about treating you.
iii. Failing a certain course that I need to pass.
iv. Thinking.
v. Excessive amounts of exams and reading.
vi. BFF's being far away
vii. That the week has barely even started, and it already sucks.
viii. Not being home.

You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a-messin'

In light of current events, I think I might actually have to listen to everyone.
It's better for me, for you, and for both our well being.
It'll suck, and it's going to be really hard. But I have to do it.
(What an appropriate song too)

On a lighter note, I freaking love Cathie.

The only problem I have right now is the fact that I don't know what's safe to say to you, and what isn't. And it's not that I don't want to tell you things, or ask you things. I just don't know what's...acceptable.