Beach, sand, salty hair. June's a dream if you don't have to study your butt off until the very last day, like I do. A part from the crazy exam situation that is going to invest me in less than 20 days (oh my), June prospects to be a rather nostalgic month for yours truly. With my very last week as a high school student ( which means also my very last bell ring! ) and a first, bland taste of what my life's gonna be like for the next five years, I already predict a lot of teary days, high heeled nights and hungover mornings, though luck there's no exam on foreseeing...

Whut? Is it already May? Like seriously? This means I'm doomed.

I have a freaking exam coming up in two months, not to mention the beach and the bikinis my wiggly overweight body is seriously not ready to embrace.

Ok, let's calm down this pretty little mind and take a deep breath. At least I'm not alone, right? I mean, everyone fears May but Spiderman, as she's his aunt. Haha. What a joke. Obviously I'm already losing my mind :)...

I've always loved being born in February. I feel like it is a unique club to be part of, since it is the shortest month, a club I'm so happy people like Lauren, Harry and Ed are part of, too. Also, Aquarius kids are meant to be very creative and they have the coolest tune out of all the zodiac signs.
You know how it is when you feel like the whole month your birthday is in belongs to you, regardless   of if you were born on the 1st or on the 20th? Those are obviously my feelings towards February, with the difference that I really want it to be my month this time. If in November I found out what I wanted (kinda) in February I want to get it done. I want to work my ass off and actually achieve something concrete. And I'm gonna do it, 'cause it is my month.
It's my month.