It's what happens at 3 am.

I hate anthropology.

Not really. I hate the people who teach anthropology at the University of Memphis. I've decided to change course.

I'm so incredibly scared I can't sleep at night.

It's 3:20 in the morning on a Saturday and my mind won't be quiet long enough for me to sleep.

I'm leaving in a few days for my parents house. I'll get to see some family. Have some fun on the lake. Eat way too much food.

I won't sleep there either.

On June 2nd I'm leaving for a summer in Los Angeles. I'll get to spend it with NOG. I'm excited and terrified at the same time. I'm sad because I'll be leaving Jack behind for the summer. It's not feasible to have him make the drive out there with me. He'll stay with my parents for the summer and swim and have fun with the wildlife and I'll miss him terribly and wonder why I ever thought adopting an animal was a good idea since it makes me so damn sad to be apart from him.

I have a list of things I want to do in LA. I hope that NOG is up for them all.

I hate Memphis. I don't think I've ever hated a place more in my entire life. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be in school. I don't want to be anywhere but in my bed. With the covers over my head where no one can reach me.

Life with NOG and Jack is awesome.

It's the time away from them that sucks.