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Ever been so extremely excited about something and you couldn't wait to tell someone? Doesn't it feel awful when they kill your good mood by either not listening or just blowing it off?

I absolutely hate when people do that to me, so let me go ahead and apologize if I have done that to any of you reading this. My roommate does it to me all the damn time. I can never be happy about something because she'll find a way to put me down. I can never ever make an example of something involving my experience because she thinks that it's selfish. I'm pretty sure she does it on purpose because she's actually the selfish one. If she's talking about herself, don't even think about putting your two cents in because that means you're selfish. If you're getting a 3,000 dollar refund check, don't tell her about how happy you are because she'll say something to make you no longer excited about it. I think MY personal problem is that I'm tactful. I say shit and don't mean to hurt people's feelings, sometimes it just comes out the wrong way, I guess.

Anyway, what I'm excited about ...

L O N D O N !

I'm thinking about studying abroad in the summer of 2009. I've been wanting to study abroad since last year when a lady came to our class to talk to us about studying abroad in the Czech Republic. At the time, I was like ooh yeah. Czech Republic, hells yeah. But then I was thinking more along the lines of oh, IRELAND. Thanks to watching P.S. I Love You, I was thinking how much fun it would be to go to there. Part of me still really, really wants to go to Ireland, but the classes they're offering don't really fit in to what I need to finish up my core classes. However, London does. I'll only be over there about a month, but I think it'll be a really good experience for me. I've never been on an airplane and I've never had the opportunity to travel outside the country. In the 7th grade, I got invited to this program called People to People, which is a student ambassador program where I'd be able to travel around Europe for an entire summer. I was really excited. However, September 11th happened. That same night I was supposed to go to Atlanta for the meeting. Of course my parents gave it a big hell no. This is my new opportunity for me to go.

I'll be taking Theatre Appreciation, which will involve mandatory field trips to places like the Globe Theatre and we'll even get to see a Broadway production. The other class I'll be taking is World Civilizations II. Not so excited about that one, but I'll survive. This is something I'll be doing on my own. I'm not going to have any friends going over there with me-- that I know of, anyway. I'm going to be using financial aid to go over there, so my parents aren't paying for shit. I have to get a job to use for spending money and such. I'm so ready, though. I've been bookmarking shit on firefox that I want.

-A new camera
- luggage
-a cute over-the-shoulder bag
-rain boots

The list honestly goes on & on.
The good news is, if I get a job, I can get my apartment next semester and still be able to study abroad.

Fuck these hoes who can't be happy for me.
I swear I'm hardly ever happy anymore & when I am, somebody always has to take that away from me.

Me, Me, Me.
For once, or twice, or maybe 1,000,000 more times,
it's going to be about me.