it's 7:03 and i should be straightening my hair because i have class in . . . 57 minutes. wait, that's plenty of time.
things to do soon:
makeup that matches my faded tan
call harry and michelle to tell them about the guy who pulled out a gun in memphis and the sweet nuns at franciscan
drop my creepy theater classes
deposit for austria
that was a boring list and i'm sorry you had to read that. I'm going line dancing on friday to feel like I'm back at home--except i never did that once when i was in Texas except at summer camps as a 12 year old. too bad i left my cowboy boots at home
morning classes kind of suck a lot