my funky talent #1

I can blow a bubble within a bubble.

i think its gonna be like this, but better.

I could tell you about my cah-razy internship at the hospital and how glad I am that is it o.v.e.r.

I could tell you about how much I'm going to miss this place and the wonderful friends who kept me going this summer.

I could tell you about how my house is full of a bunch of boxen at the moment, and little piles of junk.

I could tell you about how I pseudo-graduated but not really. (awesome, huh?)

I could tell you about how I'm nervous about the fact that this is the first fall in my memory that I'm not preparing for a new school year. (what? its FALL? sad.)

I could tell you about our sweet new home and how I waste precious packing time on googling decorating ideas for it.

But honestly, all I really care about at the moment is this:

I have not seen my Jonny in 62 days.

And I am going to pick him up from the airport in Indy in T-minus 48 hours.

Cue epic countdown.

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Thus, I leave you with this. A tasteful ? photomontage of the first pictures ever we took together.

3 days after he asked me to be his gf.

we.are.awesome.

AND A SONG. CLICK IT.