I need to pack blankets. But, I really do miss you so much. I can't wait until I get to see you again. This flight is gonna be hell though. Next time, you're coming to come see me.
so I opened up my calendar to check to see how many days I had left and it told me it was June 1 AND I FREAKED OUT FOR A GOOD COUPLE SECONDS BECAUSE I HAVENT EVEN STARTED PACKING AND NOW I FEEL LIKE MY PLANE FLIGHT IS JUST GONNA SNEAK UP ON ME
I can ask for tentoo and rose babies I can ask for no stupid 'real nine' plot I can ask for Moffat to stop being a dick I can ask for the Doctor to stop being made out to be a god
So, I've decided that I need to write. But, this is a problem, because ??????? I just can't do it. So, skype tonight? When you're off work? Which would be????
I'm a list of questions tonight man. And, I have finals today. I can't do this. I just can't.
Plus, I've had some pretty fucked up dreams lately that I think that you need to know about. You'd appreactiate them.
Aren't you traveling this summer with Gianni and Rachhie? Because, thats got to take up a lot of your time. Or, I could be wrong. Rachhie was talking to me about it, and well, you know. Plus, I think I might go hiking this weekend, so no doctor who? We can always watch it together sunday though. Are we still on for tomorrow?
Are you staying at your house at all this summer? Like, actually living there? Because, I know that you're gonna be with your mom for some time, because I'm staying with you guys, but what about the other months??? I can't even imagine you living with greek girls.
It s'okay. I failed my lab practical in biology today & we had a group test in math that we all failed cause the girls i was with werent making sense? and i didnt understand what they were saying??? Math is hard, brah.