It's the last Wednesday of classes! That means that at 4:30, I will have no more Shakespeare, and at 7:50, I will have no more Lit. No more Shakespeare = sadness, no more Lit = ecstasy.
For the past few days I've been wearing the bracelet that Will gave me for Christmas. Pink sapphires are one of my favorite gems, probably because Mom gave me that ring on my 14th birthday. Man, I have such a connection with jewelry. I'm such a lady.
I suppose I should finally finish reading Hamlet, seeing as today's the last day of class and we're seeing the play in three days (holy crap three days!)
I'm still so stressed about NCSU, but last night I started thinking about what if I do get in. That would be such a huge change. I'd get my own place, I'd be in an actual city, and it would just be Will and me. That's such a bizarre thought. A cool thought, in an adult way, but that makes it even more of a bizarre thought for me. I'm not an adult, am I? I mean, I went to a sex toy party. I can go to clubs. I can buy my own place, if I really wanted to. I'm in college, for Pete's sake. I guess I am an adult. I've been so busy fearing NCSU's rejection letter that I completely forgot to consider the consequences of an acceptance letter. Weird.
Okay. Now for Hamlet.
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An acceptance letter means breakfast in bed and warm weather. Also, you get to see my rockin booty at least once a day.
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