I had to say goodbye to my best friend via Facetime last night for 18 months. The first blog friend I ever met in real life and the one who has become a real life best friend I talk to every single day. However, how excited am I to say that I have my own missionary!? So. Freaking. Excited. Snail mail will commence for the next 18 months.
I am crossing my fingers for something truly great and perfect to happen this week.
I am almost certain I ate too much cake this weekend and didn't do enough homework. I mean, I did enough, but I didn't get ahead on my homework is a weekend norm. Usually.
I am almost positive that I'm having an identity criss. I am positive that I have no idea who this procrastinating, social-every-single-night, man hunting, money saving person is anymore. But I'm positive that I'm enjoying it, I am just freaking out over it because it's not really what I'm used to. I am positive that I am still "me", I'm just exploring and experiencing life. I'm living, man, and it's pretty good.