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I think I may be a manic depressive. All of a sudden today on the bus I HATED being stuck in New Brunswick. I was thinking about Courtney going to Semester at Sea and Megan going to Italy and of course I'm too poor to do either, so I'm stuck staying here. All of a sudden I can't wait to graduate and move to London or somewhere other than here. I have the itch, the traveling itch, so badly I want to scream. I'm doing the leg-shake thing like crazy. CANADA DID THIS TO ME. I go away for one weekend and that whole side of me is reawakened. Maybe I'll go away for the summer somewhere? A summer session in London could be just the trick. Now's the time, I have no commitments keeping me here. And if I save for then, I might just have enough money. And I'm one class behind. If I take three classes, I can take four classes both semesters of my senior year. Easy-peasy.
It just seems like all of a sudden there's not enough oxygen in New Jersey.
Also, I think my ears have sprouted wings and my head has popped off and flown away without me. In two days I missed my street driving, I missed my development after missing my street, I put the wrong key in the lock about five times, I forgot what time class started, and I went to the wrong room for my class. I think this all ties in somehow.
It just seems like all of a sudden there's not enough oxygen in New Jersey.
Also, I think my ears have sprouted wings and my head has popped off and flown away without me. In two days I missed my street driving, I missed my development after missing my street, I put the wrong key in the lock about five times, I forgot what time class started, and I went to the wrong room for my class. I think this all ties in somehow.