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Some asshat stole clothes from the laundry room, which means that the laundry room has been closed since Friday and won't open up again until tonight, where everyone who was saving laundry from Spring Break will scramble to get their laundry done, including me, and someone will leave their shit in there for two days and then go to the RA and complain that their shirt or their Victoria Secret thong has been stolen.
I think that this is a pretty great metaphor for my life at this moment, as a senior. Stress and minor inconveniences that I blow out of proportion, waiting till the last minute to do something and then freaking out when I do. Actually, it doesn't fit as well as I initially thought, but you get the idea.
I hope the pain in my lower abdomen is not an ovarian cist. I am resisting looking it up on WebMD.
I think that this is a pretty great metaphor for my life at this moment, as a senior. Stress and minor inconveniences that I blow out of proportion, waiting till the last minute to do something and then freaking out when I do. Actually, it doesn't fit as well as I initially thought, but you get the idea.
I hope the pain in my lower abdomen is not an ovarian cist. I am resisting looking it up on WebMD.