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ME VOY PA CONCE BBY 
It felt a little nostalgic buying my bus ticket, because the last time I was about to head out to Concepcion, I was going to see a boy I liked. My ex boyfriend. And now I am doing exactly the same with my new boyfriend. Weird. But I am super stoked, although I still have to pack my suitcase which has proved difficult because apparently, it's going to be v cold. And I not only do not own any clothes to endure the cold, I dress somewhat inappropriately like almost everyday of my life. I mean, I have a bra crop top that says GANGSTER RAP MADE ME DO IT, and I wear it. Plus my grandma thinks my underpants are an abomination. To seal the deal, my usual pajamas are tight flower pants and an over sized bob Marley shirt that I got for my stoner ex bae in the Bahamas. I don't know how his parents would feel about those.
But other than the fact that I still haven't packed, and I should be doing homework right now instead of blogging it out, everything is looking good. I have a great idea for my necklace that I am going to sew, and I got new yarn!!! I feel really lame, because I get so excited about buying yarn, but whatever. I don't want to pack. But I want to see bae. But pack. But bae. I hate the cold. But I am very excited to spend three days with the boy I care about, sewing, and freezing on a beach. WISH ME LUCK.

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