March is usually a suckish month for me. Spring is still too long away, but winter is long gone, you start to feel that time is just slipping between your fingers (well, maybe that's just me), I'm one year closer to college, blah blah blah.
This year, I'm actually excited about March, for two main reasons.
1. Hate Month is over. Waaay too much bitterness. Even for me. And no more pink, praise the Lord.
2. I get to go to Paris Germany
I was supposed to go in October, but I didn't (I would tell you why, but I'm too lazy to. You still love me.). I was kind of disappointed, but I thought I could handle it because I knew I would be able to go later anyway. So I dealt with it like the mature young lady that I am. That night I dreamed that I was in a room full of croissants. I would reach for one, but it would float away before I could catch it. I kept trying to get one, but every single time they kept flying away from me.
"Please," I would say, "I just want one."
No luck.
When I woke up, I just thought, whoa. It wasn't until I started doing my schoolwork, and my brain resurrected, that I realized what the freak?!
I'm not really alive until noon .
