Exhausted and that's okay. Jenn's wedding is the day after tomorrow. I look a mess right now. Hair in a (very) messy bun, jammies, mascara smeared everywhere, cat scratches all over me (from my encounter with Jhonna's cat last weekend who is aptly named "Chewy"). I've been listening to Jewel and Alanis a lot lately. I wish I could play the guitar. I'd sit on some corner somewhere and earn some (much needed) pennies. Why don't I get a normal job? Because I don't want one bitches. The next time I'll be in the position to not have to work I'll be too old to enjoy it. Retirement is a long way off but I'm already too tired to wake up every morning and go to some a job I hate. Sue me. I've thrown up more in the past week than I did the entire last year. Antibiotics suck. Of course Jenn's got to have her wedding the week that I'm all nauseous and pukey. Thanks. I have to move out of the dorms in less than a week. I don't want to. This summer could either majorly suck or be the best ever. There's no inbetweeen. Plus I have entirely too much junk. I counted my books the other day and I have 55 in my little tiny single room, not counting my textbooks. I'm not looking forward to moving. AC is probably going to flip a lid.