Brains!

It's my last day of serious classes, serious work, and serious thinking (at least for now). I'm turning in a lot tomorrow, and after that, I'll only have one final next Wednesday. It's actually kind of funny how much I actually am in love with him, even though I completely push it away and don't acknowledge it. Either way it makes me want it more.
Last night I didn't sleep. Things were whirring around in my head, a slight anxiety attack, prying my eyes open. I went over and over in my head, how scary it would be if for some weird reason I forgot something in one of my classes, and I didn't pass. I wondered if I could scramble to pull together the Friday garage sale. I then imagined what I would do next week, when I had no classes, and am forced to sit around and do nothing. I thought about next Friday, and that weekend, my parents coming and luuver coming. All I want to do is jump on him, but we don't do that. The rest of my life starts next weekend, hell the rest of my life starts this moment.