The following is a post that was handwritten last Thursday night (1 week ago) with the intention of having copied it down onto here. It's taken me a while, as you can see.
I missed you. I missed you all.
(quick overview for those who are uninformed: I just spent three nights visiting a girl that I've known my whole life but with whom I've never
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Anyway, that trip sounded like hell. It's experiences like this that make me carry my iPod, a book, and a notebook by default at all times, especially on trips/vacations ( ... )
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Typically, boredom is almost enjoyable for me since I have an excellent (and overactive) imagination and even when I don't feel like having new thoughts, I think of my various fandoms (I once thought of nothing other than Fresley for several hours), but we reached a point that transcended boredom. My mind could not focus on anything fun, and I was exhausted, and the best way to vent would have most likely included the recitation of many very bad words, which would have probably earned me a public execution at such a religious college.
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