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here is a shameful secret, i fucking love finals week. at four in the morning on a weeknight, the computer lab is packed full and you can feel the tension vibrating in the air. both coffee machines out of order! my sliced-off fingertip making typing difficult at best! not sleeping and then not sleeping the next night either! the constant churning anxiety of wondering if i'm actually going to be able to pull off the hoax of being a highly functioning adult yet again, augh could life get much better.
i spent twenty hours on a paper, name: " 'prostrate before the dark lord': de quincey, opium, and the orient in the context of nineteenth century british imperialism." also i wrote some stories i am sort of proud of but do not tell anyone.
yesterday while babysitting, i BELIEVE i saw a man getting head in their backyard by the shed. he was wearing overalls. today i arrived at the vending-machine place moments after someone had smashed the glass off one of the machines and looted every last snack food! i drove my roommate to the airport to go to israel but a bird flew into their plane and it may or may not have been a sign but either way she's going to new york instead. thanks for reading my journal update.
sincerely,
sarah
i spent twenty hours on a paper, name: " 'prostrate before the dark lord': de quincey, opium, and the orient in the context of nineteenth century british imperialism." also i wrote some stories i am sort of proud of but do not tell anyone.
yesterday while babysitting, i BELIEVE i saw a man getting head in their backyard by the shed. he was wearing overalls. today i arrived at the vending-machine place moments after someone had smashed the glass off one of the machines and looted every last snack food! i drove my roommate to the airport to go to israel but a bird flew into their plane and it may or may not have been a sign but either way she's going to new york instead. thanks for reading my journal update.
sincerely,
sarah