chaosmonkey

Fifty days. Fifty days until I go to New York. Fifty days until I spend a week with the most awesome girl I've never met. We're very excited, Amelie and I. I can't remember the last time I've been so excited about a person, place, or thing. (That'd be Amelie, New York, and... vacation, I guess. Ah, nouns.)

I finally took my (most recent) tuition refund check to the bank. I have a fistful of cash. All for my trip. It is now assured that I will be able to eat and party in the best city in the world. I'm finding it hard not to giggle uncontrolably.

Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee... ahhhhh.