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OMG
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, I'm cohenent again. If hungry. BUT I DIGRESS.
So mom got a job offer. In Phoenix. To do computer type fixing stuff. So basically, it's her dream job. And for good money, too. SO. After my eighth-grade graduation (yes, yes, I know, I am pitiful like woah), which she WILL be coming up for, we are moving back down there.
This means I won't be able to go to New York with Nora, most probably, and I have to pack all my junk up again, and I won't be able to go to MHSA (Milwaukee High School of the Arts) BUT.
I get to live with my family--the ones I like anyway--and I get to see Jordan and Alex and Savannah and Chelsie and Alex like all the time. And Phoenix has a Magnet for the arts, all I hope is that they have a program for theatre like up here, but if they don't, I'm perfectly fine with being a writing major or something. And I'll get to talk to Nora and Sophie and Michele online anyway. And it also gives Michele another arguing point to move to Arizona instead of Buffalo, and it also gives everyone a reason to vacation in Phoenix ie so they can see me.
We don't know exactly when we're leaving, and we don't know exactly where we're staying (we certainly can't stay at Cheryl's the whole time--omg too many people in that HOUSE! Like ten. V. crowded) and we don't know the details of the school thing, and of course I'll still have my own computer, and I'll still be on LiveJournal all the time and OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG.
I GET TO MOVE BACK HOOOOMMMEEE!!!!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
But shh! Don't tell anyone who might end up telling my Uncle Jim or Gramma Napkins, as they don't know yet, or indeed any of the relatives up here.
BUT OMG. <33333333333333 I LOVE THE WORLD. My problems are all solved. :))
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, I'm cohenent again. If hungry. BUT I DIGRESS.
So mom got a job offer. In Phoenix. To do computer type fixing stuff. So basically, it's her dream job. And for good money, too. SO. After my eighth-grade graduation (yes, yes, I know, I am pitiful like woah), which she WILL be coming up for, we are moving back down there.
This means I won't be able to go to New York with Nora, most probably, and I have to pack all my junk up again, and I won't be able to go to MHSA (Milwaukee High School of the Arts) BUT.
I get to live with my family--the ones I like anyway--and I get to see Jordan and Alex and Savannah and Chelsie and Alex like all the time. And Phoenix has a Magnet for the arts, all I hope is that they have a program for theatre like up here, but if they don't, I'm perfectly fine with being a writing major or something. And I'll get to talk to Nora and Sophie and Michele online anyway. And it also gives Michele another arguing point to move to Arizona instead of Buffalo, and it also gives everyone a reason to vacation in Phoenix ie so they can see me.
We don't know exactly when we're leaving, and we don't know exactly where we're staying (we certainly can't stay at Cheryl's the whole time--omg too many people in that HOUSE! Like ten. V. crowded) and we don't know the details of the school thing, and of course I'll still have my own computer, and I'll still be on LiveJournal all the time and OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG.
I GET TO MOVE BACK HOOOOMMMEEE!!!!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
But shh! Don't tell anyone who might end up telling my Uncle Jim or Gramma Napkins, as they don't know yet, or indeed any of the relatives up here.
BUT OMG. <33333333333333 I LOVE THE WORLD. My problems are all solved. :))
