(My inner voice spoke this post in a low whisper)

Oh, it's a Monday.
    Today was definitely a Monday. I felt unfocused and unproductive and desperately in need of a shower all day, and I was curled up in a ball of depression on my bed when I got a phone call from one of the admissions directors at SHU. I'm in. I got into their nursing program. I thought I would freak out and jump up and down, but honestly, my mom acted more excited about the whole thing than I did. I was very calm on the outside, but on the inside I was -and still am- FREAKING THE CRAP OUT. I WAS SOBBING IN THE SHOWER I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD GO TO COLLEGE AND I'M IN. SOMEONE WANTS ME. I'M GETTING OUT OF BRIDGEPORT. ALL THOSE YEARS OF WORK AND STRESS AND TEARS FINALLY PAID OFF. OKAY.
    Moving on. I am putting my feelings away until later like I always do, reserving myself and acting as The Shoulder To Cry On until I am alone in my room in the dead quiet of night, when I'll cry and carry on and dance around like a crazy person (this dates back to my depressed feelings, today as well as the ones I described in my last post).
    Ladies, I adored all your posts and moral support from last week. Mercy, I love you and appreciate your friendship, your beautiful smile and the tone of your voice when you get excite about something. Rose, thank you for being your indefatigable self. And for bobsledding and ice dancing with me on the pond yesterday afternoon (G&M, you know we're training for the 2018 Olympics when you are here in -can you believe it?- 5 DAYS!). And, my darling Grace, I completely agree with you on the topic of our dear John (Green). He is just a person, like you and me, and he isn't the best person, and maybe that's why I identify with him a lot. He isn't perfect. People our age worship him, but, in his own words:

I love this quote :)

   
    So, the Olympics are underway! I have come to love the beauty of ice skating, and the fascinating culture of Sochi. Rosie and I have a terrified fascination with Evgeny Plyushchenko, the Russian figure skater with the giant nose and beautifully intimidating skating routines. We wonder how you gurls feel about him. We hope you are as frightened and impressed as we are:

if this doesn't scare you than I don't know if you're human.

    There's an entire article on the funny faces of Olympic ice skaters. I have posted the link here for your convenience. :)
    Girls, I am so excited to see you next weekend. The Winter Blues have gotten to me, and I can't wait to fill my cold, drafty house with laughter and delicious cooking smells and loud music.
    ...I feel like I had a lot more to say on that subject, but Plyushchenko's face is staring at me and I don't know whether to laugh or cry and now I have lost my train of thought. So here's my Weekly Dose of JarPad, to make up for the scary picture above, and to describe how excited I am for Saturday:

this is just plain beautiful.

second one because he's perfect. Also because Jensen is like, "I can respect that." also because this describes perfectly how excited I am to see your faces :)

    Now I have JarPad staring at me, and I can focus. Whew. So, I think we all agreed not to post next week when we're together. I really cannot wait. We're not going to sleep and talk all night and have a blast and eat. I have been looking forward to a time like this. A time to laugh and make memories and not be cold and lonely. Our weekend won't be perfect. I'm sure there will be drama and awkwardness and disagreements over boy bands. But, it will be time together with some of the best people in the world, and who wouldn't be looking forward to that?
    I was going to add to our List Of Things To Do When We're Together Over Single's Awareness Weekend, but you know what? I think we should just wing it. I think when you gurls walk through my front door, you should drop your luggage and give me and Rosie bear hugs and we should set off into the golden winter sunlight, in pursuit of awesomeness and jokes and good things to eat. We already have so much on The List, I think we're set to have too much fun together.
    So, let's pray that by the grace of God we don't kill each other this weekend. And that it snows so we can perfect our snowboarding skills for the next winter Games. Mercy, I can't wait to hear from you tomorrow.
God Bless,
Lauraloooo <3