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I go to England tomorrow. It is taking really long to process in my mind. I’ve never left the country and it’s already so nerve-wracking. I know it’s going to be the best time, though. What I’m saying, I guess, is wish me luck! I just want to have everything go smoothly.
where i’m going tomorrow. it’s five hours away, but i’m super excited to explore a new school system.
cherokee county here i come! see you tomorrow night, murphy!
remember that time my cat fell asleep in my arms like a cuddly baby over break? then he sat on my chest, and i remembered he was full grown and not a kitten anymore.
tapia and i are currently listening to gregorian monk chants of the evanescence song “my immortal” and we watched her favorite show earlier, which i’m obviously going to be way too into (even though i don’t want to admit it). i love her, even if i make her bring me kleenexes. we have some goode times.

- “Wait, come here and touch my butt again! No no close your eyes and don’t look at my face! Think about Benedict Cumberbatch.”
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plot twist: santa actually brings you the naked celebrity you asked for and you have to awkwardly unwrap them in front of your entire family
Just had a mental image of Rachel awkwardly opening a naked Daniel Radcliffe in front of her family and it was pretty hilarious…
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this is my favorite thing ever. EVER.
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