I feel like I'm finishing all the things I need to do before I die...
but it's just school.
Starting on Monday,
for six and a half hours a day,
riding the bus
and eating lunch there.
Is is weird that that is one of the things that scares me the most?
I hate strangers watching me eat. Or worse, trying to converse with strangers while eating.
I'm thankful, though -
the very last eight hours of my life at Kohls is tomorrow.
Maybe after that's done, my shoulders won't be as tight as middle-school girls on the last day of camp.
Bad metaphor, but I wanted to use it, so it gets to be on my blog.
Weird mood today, thus the unsmiling picture of my red hair. Oya-kadoya! I really am happy about it, but I feel a tinge like an axe murderer when I look at it. Why anyone would want to murder axes is beyond me, though...