A Couple Raccoons.

I love nothing more than talking about what and who I love. In this case, because I just had to rehearse my Senior Internship presentation for career day at school in January, what I happened to be talking about was theatre. Go figure. I also love starting blogs with the phrase, "I love nothing more than [blanketyblank]" because rarely is that true. But today! Oh, TODAY! It's true. I didn't have any chance beforehand to vocally rehearse this presentation in front of anyone, and we only had about five other people in the room, but given any opportunity to blather on about my life - SOLD.

I've got a shitload of school work to do. I have to finish the math packet that's due tomorrow right before the final I had a dream about failing last night, read thirtysomething pages in 1984, get ingredients and make a bubbly, mint, raspberry drink for Tom's final project, finish my college applications, make a secret santa present, and start and finish the math project, FUCK and I'm only writing this all out in this blog so I can have some sort of a checklist to look back on.