I swear to God, I get the worst periods. Fuck this. When I go to Georgia, I'm just going to take my pack right on through and I just won't get a period for 2 months. I DON'T CARE. If this is the pattern, I'd get my period the first day of the cruise. So....fuck that.
Anyway, I wish I had a better fashion sense. And more money to buy better clothes. I'm super bored of my clothes. Ugh. Davis hasn't even been at work for an hour yet and I already miss him. I feel so clingy, but I want to see him as much as I can before I'm gone for 3 weeks because I will most certainly miss him.
Sooooo I'm thinking about making this private. I know Hannah, Jeze, Davis and Ian (I think) read this, but possibly more are reading this. Samantha Holman, you're following me, but that doesn't mean you read this. So, I might just do that. Maybe I won't. I'd still say the same stuff I would say if it was public. I don't really care who reads this, it's my blog and I'll probably never see anyone from High School again soooo fuck you.
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