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My fears have proven themselves to be much more like the 7th grade than I could have ever hoped for. They have faded even quicker than my Jesus-believing phase or the color in my favorite pair of underwear. It continues to snow and we continue to be sent home early and miss school days. I guess this is one of those terribly cold frigid winters. It's strange because it hasn't felt that way regardless of how many evenings I've spent freezing at the train station with chain smoking as my only sign of life and all the days bundled up and the nights bunkered down and the ridiculous amount of shoveling I haven't actually done myself. Weekdays pick up a general routine of school, going to the gym, napping, feeling guilty for napping, and talking on the telefone. Weekends are filled with plans and un-plans as I can't seem to sit still. Friends driving, coming in quietly at odd hours, unexpected trips with unexpected people to unexpected places, finding myself more often smiling stupidly and wondering "what the fuck?, and communication. It's as if I never even knew people could really talk. I am always aware that things change, but it seems like I never fully believe or remember it until they just do.
