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Loved it. LOVE LOVE LOVED it. Definetely haveeee to go again. Such a young, wild crowd. mmmmmmmmm memories <3 

NOW I feel like a senior, and fucking PROUD as shit to be in my grade.

HOW THE HELL DO YOU PACK?! My exact reaction now, last year, year before that, and the year before before that. Now matter how many times I travel, I can never pack “smartly”. It always ends up with me saying: “Oh I need this… and this… and I can’t forget this… and I’ve never worn this but I’ll wear it”. No matter how hard I try, I just SUCK at packing. Ohhhh the conflicts. My life, all lil complex conflicts interlaced into eachother. Sounds fun? Mmm no. 

So I have my senior trip to barcelona in what… 5 hours. I have to be by the airport by then, SO lets say 4 hours. That means 2 hours to pack. Which means i’ll waste about 30 more mins looking through my email (sad, I know), and just researching stupid shit that I really don’t have to do JUST to avoid going into my room. Just passing by my room right now would be depressing since the DOOR is like the opening into hell. Okay dramatic and shit, but Im not gna pack now. 7 days in Barcelona, the city of shoplifters, with 60 people of my grade and 6 teachers. Weird. Really don’t know what to expect, but thats good. No expectations is much better than having expectations in my eyes. Excited. Anxious. Ecstatic. Scared. Nervous. Happy. Grateful. I hope things don’t change too much. Thats me being pessimistic… and hopefully THAT won’t happen either. 

Anyways. Wasted enough time being a child. Just got my red bull pump and feeling like Im on drugs. And gummy bears pump. Yes, I’ll be in spain in 14 hours.. Shitty school flights..

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