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spring break is coming to an end.
thank god.
my mother keeps calling.
it is suppose snow tonight. people say that in a bad way. i can't wait. it has been a weak winter, so i have heard. we've only had two blizzards and i've loved them both.
coming into my building tonight, i couldn't stop shaking and i held my hands over the heater.
i hope it snows.
classes begin on wed.
this morning, i woke up late, had breakfast at the gizmo beforfe it closed, and checked my mail. there was nothing, and i didn't have enough money to send anne her package. i have money now. but i cleaned my room today. so it looks clean now, and i'm taking care of a fish, wallaby. i want a pet of my own. maybe a canary. my grandmother has canaries, so did her mother. my grandmother told me once that when her mother was getting older and lived alone and closer to death, that the cage holding her canaries fell and broke open. the birds flew, the way flower petals must fly, and she called my grandmother crying, telling her that they were gone.
god, can't wait for snow and spring term to being. taking a 300 level spanish lit class, a math class, and BEGINNNG CREATIVE NONFICTION WRITING with an incredibly hot professor. it will be the gem of my term.
and this weekend means fun, dorm room dance party, gin and tonic, and hip kids.
thank god.
my mother keeps calling.
it is suppose snow tonight. people say that in a bad way. i can't wait. it has been a weak winter, so i have heard. we've only had two blizzards and i've loved them both.
coming into my building tonight, i couldn't stop shaking and i held my hands over the heater.
i hope it snows.
classes begin on wed.
this morning, i woke up late, had breakfast at the gizmo beforfe it closed, and checked my mail. there was nothing, and i didn't have enough money to send anne her package. i have money now. but i cleaned my room today. so it looks clean now, and i'm taking care of a fish, wallaby. i want a pet of my own. maybe a canary. my grandmother has canaries, so did her mother. my grandmother told me once that when her mother was getting older and lived alone and closer to death, that the cage holding her canaries fell and broke open. the birds flew, the way flower petals must fly, and she called my grandmother crying, telling her that they were gone.
god, can't wait for snow and spring term to being. taking a 300 level spanish lit class, a math class, and BEGINNNG CREATIVE NONFICTION WRITING with an incredibly hot professor. it will be the gem of my term.
and this weekend means fun, dorm room dance party, gin and tonic, and hip kids.