I got accepted into OU. I feel extremely good about it. I am just so incredibly worried about paying for it. Worried sick. Ideally, I would like to not have any dept once I get out which is totally and completely unavoidable. Naturally. I seem to have a lot running through my mind 24/7. It seems as though I'll never be able to get it all down on paper and especially in any sort of order. So, I will start with the things that I remember or feel that are most important. Here goes:

I no longer have my monroe. I took it out for soccer and let it grow back in. I feel different without it and I will probably get it redone once season is over.

Currently, I am sitting at home on the couch this Saturday night. I am kind of bitter right now, partly because I am cranky and partly because of nothing else, and I will tell you why. I literally do nothing on the weekends. I mainly hang out with my mom. We go to the grocery store, to various restaurants, and just run around town. Which in no way am I complaining about getting to hangout with my mom because really it's awesome! It's just when she is sleeping and it's five o'clock on a Saturday night and I have zero friends to hangout with and I'm just sitting in the dark watching AFV on Netfliz and wallowing in my misery, I tend to get a little irritated. I miss my friends.

My senior year seems to be flying by. It's passing with a flash right before my eyes. Everyday is a new weary, sleepy-eyed adventure. Soccer is going just as it always goes. I realize a little bit more each day how much I am going to miss the people I am just now starting to form (or rebuild) or even add onto steady relationships with. I plan to keep in touch with the people that I hold close, though. With senior year comes senior prom (insert puking noise). Molly has already informed me that no going is not an option. This has it's pros and cons. I am just about one thousand percent sure that I will not be acquiring a date. So, I am going to be down on myself while I hangout with the love birds all night (kill me). Maybe I am wrong. I hope I am wrong. I hope the boy of my dreams asks me and I say yes and we dance the night away! Okay, a little cliche. But seriously though. I can't exactly say I have my sights set on any particular handsome man. I am fighting back the urge to sing "I Won't Say I'm In Love" from Hercules right now. No really, I am not in love but you can send in your applications for cuddle buddy anytime.

I try to do a lot of things to keep my mind off of the first thought of this post, going to college. I need to remember to pray about this one often. Prayer is power, after all.