Urgh

He just woke up.
I'm already showered and just about ready to go.
I thought we were making this a "day trip"? Well, it's going to be afternoon/evening by time he's ready and we all get there.
How does this kid sleep so much and so heavily? Doesn't matter what time I go to sleep, I'm awake by 8 at the latest, out of bed by 9. He can sleep till noon.
I wake up, I start feeling gross and hungry. I want to shower, brush my teeth, and just eat everything.

I wish we could have gone to Frankenmuth last weekend. He could have stayed the night with me at the dorm, and we could have just left the next morning. But Danny got sick. And now I'm feeling sick. Urgh.

I just wanna go get a venti hazelnut coffee, and get the fuck out of here.
Let's go. Come on.

I've done it again, though. I forgot to bring back clothes to wear at home over the weekend. I brought my "hipster" shirt with the roses and lace, but its a tanktop style shirt, and I forgot my new jacket at school. :/
I am self conscious about my skin around anyone but Jake. I wouldn't care if he saw my back and shoulders, because by all means, he has so much before. But I don't want his mom or brother to. Especially not her mom. I do not want to be judged.
But suddenly this is okay, because apparently Danny doesn't want to go anymore, and his mom is also not sure if she wants to go.
But my mom would still look at me funny leaving in that. She still thinks I'm the same closed up girl as I was years ago. But I'm really not...
Black Butler t-shirt, here I come. :/

I wish I could fit into my older clothes. Because there are some that I adore. But I just don't look good in them anymore. :/

Edit: I didn't want to wear the tshirt. My smooth bra had been washed, and wasn't dry. The textured one I have on shows through the shirt I want to wear. So I'm sitting here drying my smooth bra with a hair dryer. I'm so ghetto college student.
I am still hungry, but I don't want to go make cereal or peanut butter toast, because my family is all in the kitchen and annoying me, and Jake's on his way. I guess I'll just have to have tons of coffee and maybe convince Jake to get me a cookie from Starbucks or something along those lines. Just something to nibble on, I guess.
Putting on makeup, drying this bra, putting it on (even though it seems like it will still be damp by time I have to go), and packing everything up.
Peace.

Oh, and Happy Birthday, John Lennon, and Congratulations, Paul McCartney on your marriage.