I'm really bad about picking at my tattoo. It amuses to to no end how the little pieces of skin that peel off are colored.

Umm...........I don't want to go to England. I'll admit it, I don't. I am fucking scared to go so far away for so long. But I feel like I have to. I got accepted, turned in my non-refundable deposit, and told everyone. My parents are all excited. But I'm not. I'm just plain scared. Mostly about the effect that it will have on my relationship with Brian. And there is the whole issue of my major. I don't have one, and spending a semester abroad might put me way behind. Ugh. I wish my mom wasn't in Germany right now so I could talk about it with her. She always gives good advice. I know in all liklihood I'll end up going, because I have to be tough and get over these fears, but..........

Anyway.

Brian came over for a little tonight. I can see that he's trying to be better and that makes me very happy. He's really lovely underneath it all.

I have to write a poem for Creative Writing, but I'm so uninspired. Writing poetry is definitely not my thing.

I have my hearing tomorrow for when we got busted for drinking back in fucking August. Haha. Fun.

Love,
Jess