33

33.
It's my favorite number right now, and it literally makes me smile.
You see, I only have 33 days left in this semester.
Which means 33 days left in hell.
HALLELUJAH.
I don't like Russellville one bit, and I definitely do not like Arkansas Tech University.
I would rather waste all of my money on gas just so I can to the one place on this earth that makes me feel at peace, and home.
The University of Central Arkansas, or UCA.
I've been planning on transferring there for a while, but I was going to stay at Tech for a year at least before I transferred.
Unfortunately, some shit went down Monday night after I got off work, and basically sealed the transfer. I will hopefully be able to leave this hell in 33 days, and I can hardly wait.
I went back to Cabot last night with my friend Sarah, so that we could take a break from Russellville, and see some people.
We stopped in Conway on the way back, and I got to see my Twin. Sammi is like...my life.
Anways, we haven't seen each other in a month or so, and we literally attacked one another last night. She made everything so much better, without even really trying too.
We have a special voice that we use for each other, we sing in perfect harmony.
Conway is the home I should be in right now, but I made the mistake of choosing Russellville instead. I fully intend to fix this mistake as soon as I possibly can.
I have 33 days left.
33. Days.
I'm a strong person, I can survive 33 more days, and I know that once it's over and my penance is served, I can somewhere were I actually want to be.