London in 31

Oh gracious, I can't believe how quickly it's approaching. As nervous as I am, I am most definitely more excited than anything. I think it is time, ya know? I spoke with my soon-to-be-roomie, Claire, on Skype the other day for TWO HOURS. It's weird how you can barely know someone, but can still tell that you just click with them. Just talking to her about our flat and school and all the exciting things we want to do... like she found a hot yoga studio nearby that we plan to go to... and we're planning on taking extra dance classes outside of school and whatnot... :) Oh, and we're going to completely take over the city... and I'm going to marry Prince Harry... cause other boys are stupid and he dressed up as Hitler. :)

Been thinking a bit today... oh god, i know, ha!... I think I care too much about people. This sounds ridiculous, but I really mean it. I meet people and I think they're wonderful no matter what... I see the good and the bad things and learn to love both about the person...when really I should probably be like "hold up.. um.. this person is messed up..." I am especially this way with depressed people... which is not good. I take it upon myself to care about them and make them happy... because I live in "AlliLand" and feel like everyone should be as super happy as I am all the time. Then I open myself up to that person. This, I have learned recently, can backfire.

So am I doing something wrong? Is there a happy medium here in caring about people? Or is it just one of those live and learn kind of things? I mean, really I still don't regret anything but it does suck feeling like some time was wasted..? Life is too short to waste time... worrying... or being dumb... or whatever...Adventures are all I am after.

I guess no matter what exists around me, I just need to keep living in AlliLand and not let other people bring me down...?

I'll go with that. :)

I may be crazy in my own way but I really do like it here... in my mind... where the birds are sitting on top of rainbows and skittles are falling from the sky and rufus wainwright is singing French lullabies to me and ... and... and... and...i really could keep going, but I need to get out of the bathtub...