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I always forget
This is funny. I started writing that sentence and now I don't remember what the rest of it was. Fuck.
I haven't updated livejournal in a while, but I make it to having text in the entry box on a weekly basis. Hope thissun goes all the way.
So it's February and I'm over mono, back into real life and I'm doin it. This semester's been okay so far, but I'm disappointed in 50% of my professors (my BIOL prof who teaches like a middleschooler and grades like the devil, and my French prof who refuses to speak French). The winter's been mild, and extremely so when compared to Cleveland.
I've been growing flowers in my room with varying success, but the process has been extremely pleasant.
I've been very conscious of my weight since building back up from my tiny mono size. I hate hate hate being like that.
My thoughts have lately been dominated by concerns about the direction of my future, but my actions really haven't. I go to class, work out, eat lunch with Paige, do homework, curl up with Kenneth, and tend my orchid. What am I for? For now, I'm only trying to plan as far ahead as next spring, when I'll be studying abroad somewhere, somewhere.
That's all I've got time for, and no promises about next time!
This is funny. I started writing that sentence and now I don't remember what the rest of it was. Fuck.
I haven't updated livejournal in a while, but I make it to having text in the entry box on a weekly basis. Hope thissun goes all the way.
So it's February and I'm over mono, back into real life and I'm doin it. This semester's been okay so far, but I'm disappointed in 50% of my professors (my BIOL prof who teaches like a middleschooler and grades like the devil, and my French prof who refuses to speak French). The winter's been mild, and extremely so when compared to Cleveland.
I've been growing flowers in my room with varying success, but the process has been extremely pleasant.
I've been very conscious of my weight since building back up from my tiny mono size. I hate hate hate being like that.
My thoughts have lately been dominated by concerns about the direction of my future, but my actions really haven't. I go to class, work out, eat lunch with Paige, do homework, curl up with Kenneth, and tend my orchid. What am I for? For now, I'm only trying to plan as far ahead as next spring, when I'll be studying abroad somewhere, somewhere.
That's all I've got time for, and no promises about next time!