Ah fudge. I think I got screwed on ebay. God dammit.

And screw you, myspace, for TRYING to make me revert back to bad body self-image. What the fuck is with plastering "19 and overweight?" everywhere. It's one thing to put ads for diet pills up, whatever, but there's no need to be specific. I'm sure they have enough money to NOT put up that ad.

I really should be continuing to study, but I can't shake the feeling that it'll be pointless. I mean, I'm probably going to do terrible. "So study!" you say and yes, that would be a good thing to do, but I'm worn out. Plus I went to an hour review and it's fresh in my mind. And I think she told me what the essay question would be. Maybe I am ready. I'm not. I suck at tests.

I don't get my Archaeology teacher. She's interesting. Totally spacey, I don't like her much as a teacher, but she's nice. I talked to her after the review session for probably 20 minutes. I felt like a dog a bit. Can't really explain it. She just kept doting on me I guess you could say. She saw my shirt and commented, and then I was wearing my cherry hair-tie and she tapped it and told me it was cute. And then...I don't know. I just felt like a little kid.

I'm so ready to come home. And see people. Taylor and Sean and my brother most of all. I haven't seen them in a long time. And to just have a bit of time...it will be nice. I'm coming home Tuesday. Then I have to come all the way back on Thursday (Because we're eating at my grandma's) and then back again, and then back on Sunday.

I'm freaking out about archaeology. I'm not doing so well.

God, Taylor is so beautiful...
And intelligent...
And funny...
And I pretty much wish I was just like her.
I think that I will just not go to Western and live under her bed for the next four years.

I just want everyone to know how much I love Taylor!
She is pretty much the most amazing person in the whole entire world!
I love her from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
I love Taylor!

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