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I'm up early because the repair people are finally getting us a new door...after I broke ours on Halloween.
This week has been weird. I guess Thanksgiving break makes more of a difference that I thought. Or maybe I'm just hyper-sensitive and over-emotional. Bridget seems not herself. Quiet, not talking to anyone much, just closing herself off in her room. I mean, she has her times but it just seems like this entire week. Sam and I haven't really hung out like we use to, all the time. I briefly talked to Sam about living in the Old Suites next year but didn't get the opportunity to ask if I could live with them...I got too embarrassed. I think I will wait until the next time we're all drunk.
This is the last week of classes. It really hasn't been that stressful for me because a lot of my stuff was due before Thanksgiving. This week I just had bullshit my Anthro research project and write my English research paper. Tonight Dianne and I are suppose to go shopping for clubbing clothes for the Wave tonight. Sam mentioned to Christopher "they" were going to see Rent tonight and wasn't he going to come? She didn't formally invite me. Maybe I was suppose to assume.
I'm worried about my living situation for next year...I was wreary about living off-campus because I was thinking I might study abroad. But since next year will be a lot of my friends' last year I'm now thinking about studying abroad my senior year. Although, I have no clue who to live with next year. I hate that feeling, it makes me feel lonely and desperate.
Which I am. I've decided I'm in love with a barista at Starbucks. I'm always giggling and dropping things in front of him. It's terribly obvious. Rachel says he likes me too. I need to say something to him. I can't.
Friday my roommates and I are having an office Christmas party. I bought stocking, I'm psyched. Saturday I have to go home for a job interview at Barnes and Noble, I hope I get it. I'm such typical bookstore material.
This week has been weird. I guess Thanksgiving break makes more of a difference that I thought. Or maybe I'm just hyper-sensitive and over-emotional. Bridget seems not herself. Quiet, not talking to anyone much, just closing herself off in her room. I mean, she has her times but it just seems like this entire week. Sam and I haven't really hung out like we use to, all the time. I briefly talked to Sam about living in the Old Suites next year but didn't get the opportunity to ask if I could live with them...I got too embarrassed. I think I will wait until the next time we're all drunk.
This is the last week of classes. It really hasn't been that stressful for me because a lot of my stuff was due before Thanksgiving. This week I just had bullshit my Anthro research project and write my English research paper. Tonight Dianne and I are suppose to go shopping for clubbing clothes for the Wave tonight. Sam mentioned to Christopher "they" were going to see Rent tonight and wasn't he going to come? She didn't formally invite me. Maybe I was suppose to assume.
I'm worried about my living situation for next year...I was wreary about living off-campus because I was thinking I might study abroad. But since next year will be a lot of my friends' last year I'm now thinking about studying abroad my senior year. Although, I have no clue who to live with next year. I hate that feeling, it makes me feel lonely and desperate.
Which I am. I've decided I'm in love with a barista at Starbucks. I'm always giggling and dropping things in front of him. It's terribly obvious. Rachel says he likes me too. I need to say something to him. I can't.
Friday my roommates and I are having an office Christmas party. I bought stocking, I'm psyched. Saturday I have to go home for a job interview at Barnes and Noble, I hope I get it. I'm such typical bookstore material.