One could say that I'm just a little obsessed with countdowns..considering I count down to pretty much everything. Counting down the days until I get to see Steven comforts me in a really strange way. It almost makes it seem like time is going by faster. The countdown app on my phone gets checked daily even though I already know the exact number of days to every event on there.
Spring Break/Colorado to see Steven? 30
San Diego to see Bubs play baseball? 78
Move into the Alpha Phi house? 204
I also have countdowns to Thanksgiving and Christmas...Who really needs to know the exact number of days to their favorite holidays? Apparently me. But here's where I get really weird, neurotic, creepy, insane, and psychotic, along with any other words that could possibly describe a mentally ill person...
Days until Steven's Graduation (in the year 2016, mind you...)? 1,183...yeah...Clearly this one's coming up pretty quick so I should definitely start getting ready for it, right? Ask him the day that he graduates, he'll have no idea and look at you like you have 7 eyes because it's that far off!
So that's that, but guess what?!?
30 days down, and only 30 more to go!
And I couldn't be more excited!!!