Even though I have a stack of homework behind me and a nosey mother circling around here somewhere, I have stolen maybe seven minutes to write a blog... I love being busy, strangely, but I cannot wait until I move. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME if you know me and have to deal with me on a day to day basis, and are SICK AND TIRED of me repeating those words but I just can't help it. At first it was like an excited thing but now I just need to escape, escape my house, escape my mom, everything. Although I know it will be hard and fun, wrong choice of words... but NE wayz, this is about more than it appears to be and I can't wait to have a place of my own. Just like my roomate, I know she feels kinda lost cuz she lives from house to house depending on how long she can deal with the crap of whoever lives there. Both of us are looking to each other to like create this stable and inviting environment for one another