*does a happy dance*
It's my last day interning and I get to go back to the bubble the day after tomorrow!!! :-) :-) :-)
I'm very happy.

Oh and PMS is over. That makes me happy too. It wasn't bad PMS besides being really emo but I'm still happy. I hate being irrationally emotional.

Only thing is I need to crack down on the disaster called my room. I need to do a LOT of laundry, sweeping, sorting, gathering, cleaning and packing. Oh boy....I know what I'm doing tomorrow.

*continues doing happy dance* *hums a Wells song*

Oh and my acne is clearing up a little now that I'm back to being regular on my two acne pills a day.

I've decided that I am going to do Christmas in July. I'll have more time over the summer to do gifts and I'm a pronounced scrooge anyway.

Oh and my mom said something about me yesterday that I had never thought before but was the biggest durh ever..."You're naturally suspicious of people" and suddenly it was like bells went off and I was like "YES! It makes sense!" Because really, I am. I spend forever debating people's motivations and moving cautiously around them. I'm naturally paranoid. I suppose that is why I am constantly aware of what I could use as a weapon too.
My biggest fantasy is having a mortal combat scene in Wal-Mart. It would be FREAKIN' awesome! There is so much stuff you could use....I seriously want to see that.

*looks over at Bizzy lounging on a pile of her stuff* Awww, my puppy girl. I am going to miss her. She's my baby. She's going to wig when I don't come back until March. My poor baby. I think the other dogs might be sad too but Bizzy will definitely be. She hardly ever leaves my side. I take a shower, come out and there she is guarding the door. She's my Weasel Beseasel, Bizkut Weasel, Bizzy Baby. I love her.
And Konnor too, Whenever mom and dad are upset he comes in my room to be near me because I'm always calm and quiet and will pet him. The other day he came in and set his big beautiful head on the edge of my bed and just watched me and sighed. I pet him. He is such a beautiful intelligent dog. He's huge but there is a great gentleness to him. He knows his role. He's very polite and mellow. He looks scary to those that don't know him but we that live here know he's a big softy puppy inside.
Eva though....she is SOOOOO hyper. She doesn't miss a thing. When she greets me in the morning she jumps up and around and weaves around me, nose in my face, whining like she hasn't seen me in forever. I have to hold her down so she doesn't take my face off. She'll turn a year old and handful of days. She and Bizzy are ALWAYS playing, constantly sparring and running around. It's funny to see Bizzy do that since Bizzy is oh....seven years old. I think Bizzy stays young because of the terrier in her and she's likes Eva since Eva is closer to her size.
I love my dogs. I am really going to miss them. That's the worst thing about college, not having your animals with you.

*yawns and stretches* Mmm I should probably get going, embrace the day.

I'll probably write again when I'm back at school.
Peace.
~Lo