In nine hours I leave for New Orleans, then get on a plane to Dallas. Then that plane will take me to London. I'll stay there a few days, then onto Scotland. I'm so excited. I'm ready to take pictures with the Bronze Lions, visit Big Ben and the palace, ride the London Eye, take haunted tours of old Scottish castles, ride the Harry Potter train, and so on. I'm nervous though. My anxiety over this plane is ridiculous. I've had so many nightmares.

I'm not looking forward to when I get back though. I have no time with my mother. We'll go directly from New Orleans to MSU. I'm going to be miserable. I'll miss her so much. I feel like all those years she was sick.. that we lost alot of time. She's a good mom. A really, really good mom. It just doesn't seem fair that since I'm just now getting her back to normal, I have to leave her. I love my mommy.

Anyway, last Friday I went to a party. Sucked. BLEWWWW. I was the only sober one there upon arrival. I can't drink because of my medicine, but was actually considering risking it since I was in the company of friends, yeah dumb I know. But anyway, I realized once I got there I couldn't drink period, everyone was acting like fucking fools. Brian was SLOSHED. Dear god. Vic came with Luke and all them an hour or so after I got there and they stayed sober. I hid Brian's keys in my shirt since he kept saying he needed to get home. Then he just announced he needed to change when I was dragging him to his car with Vic and he stripped naked. I got an eye full of Brian cock and pubes. Ew. Ew ew ew. When we got him in the car I drove his truck. Alone. With him. He was hanging all over me laughing, crying, screaming. He was upset he was going to get in trouble. Then he started punching shit and it scared me pretty bad so I slapped the shit out of him quite a few times. I got his truck to his house and got him out of it and inside. Ashley and Vic picked me up in Luke's truck. FUCK TRUCKS.

Then Chloe went in the deep end of the pool drunk and noone noticed. Logan jumped in, pulled her out, and everyone thought she was dead. He screamed at her and slapped her around for a while until she finally coughed everything up and was fine. Keeping those fucking retards out of trouble all night got hard when Vic and Luke left me. Sam and Jessy were faking drunk the entire time so I cussed them out and it was beautiful. Then came home, watched The Grudge with Alexxx and went to bed.

Yeah.. so I guess this is the last update for a few days.

If I die on the plane, noone gets any of my shit. Fuckers. Find my body and bury me with it all.