I'm skipping work tomorrow to go to DCI Finals with Sam, Britt, and Nicole <3<3<#<#33;lkajd;fka <3!
Sunday night is going to be full of giggling, reminiscing, and sadness. A sleepover with a bunch of girls who I've known pretty much forever. Some since second grade, some since seventh grade. Emily, Kim, Paige, Sarah, Courtney, Caitlin, Jill. I think it's fitting that we have one last sleepover before we all go our separate ways into the world. I have a feeling that DDR, gossip, and eight trips to Dunkin Donuts will rule the night. Oh joy, oh rapture.
Band camp on Monday. I'll be there -- well, a whole damn lot. I have to teach Greg, Steph, and Kristin everything I know, which may or may not turn out to be a lot. Probably the latter. But this time I'm in it for help and support, and there's little to no pressure on me. That's probably going to be really weird, I'm not even going to lie at all.
My mom has been running around the house yelling "Two weeks from today! Dan, did you hear? TWO WEEKS FROM TODAY?!" And they both cheer.
I thought my mom was supposed to be sad that I'm leaving the house? Especially considering what she's left with when I'm gone: a crazy and possibly deaf mother, a fat oafish son who thinks he's the best thing ever, a slovenly husband, and a dog who needs more attention than a two year old.
Well, I'm going on a walk with Emily.