So I feel as if my life is converging to this point right here, right now (Yes I did put both calculus and High School Musical references in that sentence)... or more like 4:00 P.M. on Thursday. It's scary and exciting and nerve-racking and delicious and every other imaginable adjective, basically.
I might explode.
I really wish I could suspend time this minute. But I wish I could fast forward to next fall, too.
I thought I knew exactly how I was going to feel come senior year, and I did, but yet I didn't at all.
I want out, but I am psychologically unable to leave.
WHAT THE HELL.
I hate cats.