I am packing for home. It is taking a long time, mostly becaus eI'm not really doing it. I had a UK pint of Foster's beer, and it was so bad, I think it gave me an instant-hangover. one pint of crap beer and I can't shake a headache. It is Ryan's 21 b-day, and she wants me to come over. Plus Kate is there, and she's hella mad because I haven't seen her in a long time, so I HAVE to go sorta. t just sucks because I want to spend time with Amanda;we break up in two days. It was supposed to happen like this, but it sorta sucks anyway. Last night I stayed the entire night for the first time, andn it definitelly made me sleepy.

Woke up, had a beer and an energy drink, then watched movies while packing. Stole food, ate it, packing. So BORING.

Found all of the shit ton of pictures of me and Jordan and I was like "haow great". I don't know what to do with them. I'm thinking throw them away, but I just packed them away so I can do it back home. I'm excited about my huge graff thing that my home boy made me forever ago. It looked good here, it'll look even better elsewhere.

I don't wanna pack fuck YOU!

I'll be home Friday.