It's may: it should be warmer than 40 degrees. And I should be writing my paper on the speech of lovers and how it's exemplified in Madame Bovary. But I don't wanna . . .
Where's Danielle? Her car is where I want my butt to be so I can concentrate on writing and not freezing.
in other news: my parents are moving to Austin. Right across the street from St. Eds. How's that for ironic? I guess I was pretty much done with Flower Mound anyway, but this summer will be strange moving from place to place.
The house we're buying has a pink kitchen. What the heck.
I swear if it wasn't for Aaran I'd just stay in Steubenville all summer. Lord knows I could use more of this place.