I wish I could say less than three (<3), however that is not the case...(insert comical drum snare here).
At the moment, I am a mixture of nervous, anxious, excited, bored, and aloof. How does that make sense? I don't know. But it's all in there, the big melting pot of my emotions. It's enough to make me puke. OH WAIT, WAS THAT TMI?
Hahah.
Honestly, I will not be able to write about anything else besides me wanting to crawl in a ball underneath this airport desk I'm chilling at and let responsibility pass me by. Oh wait, Barcelona is supposed to be fun? Tell my stomach that.
I know I'm being st00pid. All I really want is a pat on the back and say that I can handle it. But I suppose I can't always have someone holding my hand or showering me with encouragement. OH WAIT, I HAVE ROSIE THE RIVETER! I CAN DO THIS. Thanks Rosie, I can always count on you to make me feel adequate.
Ta ta for now amigos. I need to sort out some confusion between boarding time and take off time. Or completely double vomit all across the sky....yeahhh yeahhh yeahhhhh (so intense).
(AWW YEAH, MEMES, YEAH)
<3
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