WOOOOOO!!
Well, I'm not leaving quite yet. But I still haven't packed, and I have to leave the house in four hours in order to make my 9:50pm flight. I love flying, but I'm scared of airports. I'm scared I'll make an innocent mistake and get arrested by security. Two months ago, my family (MINUS ME >.>) went to Florida, and my mom tried to bring oranges back. And my family was taken into an interrogation room. With my luck, they'll shoot be for packing my liquids wrong or something.
And you'd think my mom would be going on and on about how she'll miss me. But nope. She's going on and on about how sad it is that Ryan and I haven't gotten together in 34573490 years, and that will soon turn into 34573491 years or more. Because he's a douche.