TWO DAYS, PLURK. TWO.

Like a bridge over troubled water...

Voldemort is a bloody fetus, wtf.

Hector, Daniel, Evan, and I are about to eat unsafe quantities of ice cream. Yes.

My laptop is burning my thighs. Curse these boxers.

HAPPINESS DOES EXIST.

I'm, like, smiling and giggling for the first time in two weeks.

That text...dude, you have no idea how excited that made me.

I made "One more week" my status on Facebook and everyone thinks it's for my wisdom teeth. No, it's a countdown to see my boyfriend. Duuuh.

JUST ONE MORE WEEK.