I’m driving to Moncton (or, rather being driven, as us fourteen year olds aren’t allowed licenses.) tomorrow afternoon, so that the day after I can board a plane and fly across the country. I’m not packed. I’m surprisingly not worried about this. Maybe the suitcase faeries will deposit the random pile of clothing that has met with approval from the foot of my bed to my suitcase tonight, while I sleep. That would be nice.
The cons of my week are: STRESSS STRESSS STRESSS STRESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!
The pros are:
Aaand, this video.
So, let us focus on the pros, right? Anywhooo, going to get off the computer and quit being antisocial.
Prince George; see you soon.