So, I'm actually pretty happy for the first time in a while. Except for the fact that we have finals next week, and I have to do all my math work, and I have English work to do. But really, besides all that, I'm happy. I don't jump for the phone every time it rings, which is a strangely satisfying feeling. For the first time since middle school, I don't care if anyone calls me. I've settled with myself that it's really me who somehow gives off subconscious vibes of not wanting to do stuff on weekends. Which is true sometimes, most of the time actually, I don't like going to large parties where I don't know 88.7% of the people and have to make uncomfortable small talk while my more extroverted friends spread out and socialize. But if we're talking dinner out, or a movie or something, then yeah, that's great. Call me for that, please. :)

I like that I'm a margarita! Not so much about the llama...

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