Under Pressure

I really want to shirk all my responsibilities and go home...

Score!

I am writing to you as a woman fresh in her twenties.

Wow. That sounded disgusting. I am in my twenties. Ugh.

One more year before I can stock my cabinets with wine.

Things that are currently stressing me out:
Planning out life/next year's schedule
Finding a place to live.
Aphio stuff
Aphio stuff
Aphio stuff
Impending papers and midterms
Being behind behind behind on schoolwork
The Nutty Run
Ipod crashing

Fuck. I just want to watch TV, pleasure read, and learn how to play my ukulele (yes, I bought one). Next up, boyfriend.