So I'm already bored with this layout and will probably change it later, because I'm a complete HTML junkie. Sue me. I have to leave for the fucking SAT in ten minutes. I'm really not as nervous as I most likely should be, which is kind of pathetic on my part. Emma was going on yesterday about how the SATs affect your entire life after highschool. I mean, honestly, I know I should care, but the thing is, I just don't. I'd much rather be sleeping right now. I'd much rather be anyone but me and anywhere but here. As long as I could be near her, it really wouldn't matter to me. There's a lot of things that should be of great importance to me right now that really aren't. They're most likely right when they tell me I should figure out where my morals lie and stay there. All I do anymore every period of every day is daydream what it would like to be some place else, some place where it's sunny and warm all the time and there's sand and an ocean and this smiling angelic face next to mine every morning when I wake up. I want to wake up before her every morning so I can go out and paint the sunrise. I want to kiss someone's hair and murmur an "I love you" every morning and every night. I want someone to talk to who'll tell me the things I won't to hear and also the things I don't want to hear... And now, this has to end. SAT time. Joy. All I want is to pass so I can be out of this town and eventually in the one place I can actually see myself. My only motive for passing is to get the hell out of End-hell and into her arms. Damnit. And they say Romeo was a hopeless romantic...