12 Hours

I hate having feelings.  My move in time starts in exactly 12 hours, and I'm starting to get the emotions hardcore.  My room is so empty, and the car is so full (I have so much stuff, I seriously feel like a girl.)
So yeah, my mom cried already, And I don't like that.  It makes me feel bad, and when people cry, I cry, and not because I want to, but because I feel like I have to. It's stupid.
I saw Katherine for the last time today. It was fun and sad.  Our good bye was lame.  I ate my last Panch, and then we just high fived and walked away... I know.  we should have hugged and taken a picture.  Sorry, Katherine.  Next time it'll be better. (by the way, the album I talked to you about was "Pop! 20 Hits" by Erasure.)

So I'm transferring the music from "oogie's revenge" on to my computer.  I should have done this a month ago.  Procrastination, before college. #fail.

In other news, I became penpals with this guy named Corey Lambert.  He's popular on Dailybooth.  It's silly because he lives in Chicago, too.

Oh yeah.  I'm not getting any sleep tonight.

Ok.  I'll see you later, I guess.

I just don't want my mother to cry.

BYE!