half of me is so excited...
and then half of me wants to just throw up, curl up in a ball, and then runaway just thinking about having 15 1/2 months of school still left.
I hate that my school practically "owns" me. They control my life. I hate it. I think they love it, honestly.
I hate them.
They even control me when I sleep.
I dream about probing, scaling, furcations, periodontal disease...
celebrate being halfway done by going out on a date with the hubbers.