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Well I'm home for summer, which means no more classes to stress out about, no more unknown allergies and headaches caused by said allergies, no more having to see a shrink every Monday, no more a lot of bad things. Of course, that being said, no more Sigma Chi meetings to look forward to, no more partying without having to worry how I was getting home, no more easy to get vegetarian meals, no more waking up and looking at the mountains, and no more people who don't have a nineteen year period to judge me over and so don't give a shit about my past actions. Hopefully the summer's good and the homies will rip ML a new one.
Slight non sequitur:
So I went over to my grandmother's house yesterday, and for the first time in my life started to feel intense nostalgia, it almost made me cry. I've always thought his sort of emotion doesn't start to hit until you've actually lived out some of your life, and at nineteen I feel like I haven't, but there's the feeling anyway. We're growing up way too fast, and I don't like it one bit. I have enough regrets built up over a little less than two decades (scary to think of it in that way), I can't imagine how many I'll have after another two.
Slight non sequitur:
So I went over to my grandmother's house yesterday, and for the first time in my life started to feel intense nostalgia, it almost made me cry. I've always thought his sort of emotion doesn't start to hit until you've actually lived out some of your life, and at nineteen I feel like I haven't, but there's the feeling anyway. We're growing up way too fast, and I don't like it one bit. I have enough regrets built up over a little less than two decades (scary to think of it in that way), I can't imagine how many I'll have after another two.