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Hm, well, I have an idea. Maybe if a staple a note to my forehead, then I'll write in here. The note will probably be something along the lines of "Dork, you have a Journal, write in it." Except, it would have to be written backwards so that I could read it in the mirror and be constantly reminded of it.
I’ve spent the past month or so completely engrossed in books. For some reason, being classified as a dork doesn’t classify you as a socially incompetent. Between school work, the more and more part time job, and the Balor and Ryan-sitting, I’ve barely had time to breath. This seems to be the general pace for San Francisco, it’s a very busy city.
Also, I have discovered a before unknown hate of fog. Does this city have any other kind of weather? Well, aside from pouring rain for a whole two days. I think that dressing in layers should be a commandment, right after wear sunglasses with an umbrella.
Thanksgiving is going to be tame. And by tame I mean boring. I’ve convinced Mother that there is no need for me to go home for Thanksgiving because it’s only four days. I’m trying to find a way out of the Christmas break as well. Maybe she’ll buy the “I have a lot of things to do” excuse. I’ll send gifts and stuff, though. Anyway, Thanksgiving is just me and the take out chicken. I have this thing against Turkey’s and since it’s only me, no reason to get one of those huge birds.
Well, that’s my month in a nut shell. I’ll write that note and go staple it now. Maybe then I’ll post more often. Like, twice a month.
I’ve spent the past month or so completely engrossed in books. For some reason, being classified as a dork doesn’t classify you as a socially incompetent. Between school work, the more and more part time job, and the Balor and Ryan-sitting, I’ve barely had time to breath. This seems to be the general pace for San Francisco, it’s a very busy city.
Also, I have discovered a before unknown hate of fog. Does this city have any other kind of weather? Well, aside from pouring rain for a whole two days. I think that dressing in layers should be a commandment, right after wear sunglasses with an umbrella.
Thanksgiving is going to be tame. And by tame I mean boring. I’ve convinced Mother that there is no need for me to go home for Thanksgiving because it’s only four days. I’m trying to find a way out of the Christmas break as well. Maybe she’ll buy the “I have a lot of things to do” excuse. I’ll send gifts and stuff, though. Anyway, Thanksgiving is just me and the take out chicken. I have this thing against Turkey’s and since it’s only me, no reason to get one of those huge birds.
Well, that’s my month in a nut shell. I’ll write that note and go staple it now. Maybe then I’ll post more often. Like, twice a month.