Jazz is just sexy. Okay, stop infecting me with your romance.
Seriously, idk what I’m even doing these days. Restlessness is like a drug.
I’ve made the decision not to attend hall camp at long last. Desperately in need of that extra five days to get my head back in the game and my schedule in order. I’ll find a way to integrate into hall…somehow. I suppose.
Can’t wait to check out the room and meet the roomie. Do hope that we can live together harmoniously. At the very least.
Oh yes, and still so torn between critical writing and mastering communication.
Little help here, anyone?