For the first time in three years, I won't be staying up late tonight to type out my research paper for english. It's 8:16pm and I am done.Also, this just in, I equally and passionately love and hate F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Come Friday I'm officially Toronto bound...I get on the charter bus at 5:40am for a 6 and a half hour bus ride. Who needs sleep, indeed.
Did you know that my old diary has been open for a few months? Go back and read what I wrote those months ago when I was headlong into a stupid obsession and getting used to this online diary thing. God, I hate how I wrote back then.
More tomorrow. Take care. Read up on the archives or something or leave messages for me on my message board. Your choice.
I should not be this wired.
