I want to go to Europe now. Not in a year for study abroad. Right now. I want to meet a beautiful Scottish boy who will take me to the shore and hold me when I'm cold. I want to lay on the lawn at Oxford and write wonderful, fabulous poetry that people will read in 2337. Or I want to go three years into the future when I'm in law school in Boston. I want an apartment in New York City, I want to spend a year in Paris. I want to get out of here now.
I am so absolutely frustrated.
Girls are so mean.