When the hell did I cut my hand…

I’m gonna read more fic and pretend I have photoshop talent

Toodles~

Yep. Nope. Gonna read it.

No DD

You really don’t need to read a 48k fic instead of going to bed

I’m really craving some cheap ass burgers right now

Which is weird because this isn’t usually when I have cravings

WHAT IS THE POINT OF YOU IF YOU AREN’T GOING TO WORK

Literally the only problem with this trip right now is that I won’t be seeing the midnight premiere of Star Trek: Into Darkness

With any luck, dad will remember to pick me up Arnold Palmer on his way back from dropping off Sophie

And hopefully I won’t end up drinking an entire twelve pack before I leave Thursday morning

…I think I left my ipod in the bathroom…

So Meg called

Apparently Paul is “being a butt head”

So him driving me up to Durham is out. But I’m not sure how much I’m bothered by that? Considering that would have given me about an hour after I get off the bus to do anything.

But my grandfather and my aunt are going up for the graduation, so one option is for me to find someone to stay with in Nashua Thursday night and get a ride from my grand father Friday morning.

Either that or take a bus back to Boston, take the train from South Station to North Station, then take the Amtrak to Durham and get there at, like, four in the morning.

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

But yay more time in Nashua?