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I'm not dead.
I just kind of look like I am.
I've had a lack of a life lately.
Wait, no, it's just been wicked busy.
Lots of staying up late, although yeahhh sometimes that's just my own fault.
Even still, I look like a zombie most days.
Being an RA, working 10 hours a week, and being involved with four clubs is taking it's toll on me, although I'm trying to keep it from really affecting my schoolwork, although I think it is. Yeah, it is. Whoops. But it's okay, because I can fix it. Right?
Right.
This coming weekend is Family Weekend, which will be packed with lots of family fun and catching up and hugging and goodness. Haha. But no really, I'm pumped. For reals, yo.
Then the following Friday I'm going home until Tuesday the 21st - yay!!! Sam, obviously we're hanging out, but don't let me say yes to hanging out on Monday, I need to remember that I already sort of made plans with someone for that day.
OH. CHEY'S ENGAGED.
No, I'm not kidding. And yes, I realize that most of the people reading this do not know Chey, but that doesn't matter. I'll read back through this someday and appreciate it.
So she's getting married in January, and I'm not invited to the wedding. It's okay, we've only been friends since we were 5/6. Actually I'm just not invited to the first wedding ceremony. Apparently Cory's being deployed to Iraq in February, and when he comes back they're going to renew their vows and have a ceremony open to friends, not just close family.
I still can't believe it.
My practicum assignment is at Dartmouth Hitchcock Medical Center, as I was hoping, and which is where my mom was born. Should be a good time. And a lot of gas... But it's exciting!
Seriously, I can't wait for Saturday.
I feel like there should be more for me to talk about, but this seems like enough, and I can't really think of anything else anyway : /
Entonces, ciao, todos.
I just kind of look like I am.
I've had a lack of a life lately.
Wait, no, it's just been wicked busy.
Lots of staying up late, although yeahhh sometimes that's just my own fault.
Even still, I look like a zombie most days.
Being an RA, working 10 hours a week, and being involved with four clubs is taking it's toll on me, although I'm trying to keep it from really affecting my schoolwork, although I think it is. Yeah, it is. Whoops. But it's okay, because I can fix it. Right?
Right.
This coming weekend is Family Weekend, which will be packed with lots of family fun and catching up and hugging and goodness. Haha. But no really, I'm pumped. For reals, yo.
Then the following Friday I'm going home until Tuesday the 21st - yay!!! Sam, obviously we're hanging out, but don't let me say yes to hanging out on Monday, I need to remember that I already sort of made plans with someone for that day.
OH. CHEY'S ENGAGED.
No, I'm not kidding. And yes, I realize that most of the people reading this do not know Chey, but that doesn't matter. I'll read back through this someday and appreciate it.
So she's getting married in January, and I'm not invited to the wedding. It's okay, we've only been friends since we were 5/6. Actually I'm just not invited to the first wedding ceremony. Apparently Cory's being deployed to Iraq in February, and when he comes back they're going to renew their vows and have a ceremony open to friends, not just close family.
I still can't believe it.
My practicum assignment is at Dartmouth Hitchcock Medical Center, as I was hoping, and which is where my mom was born. Should be a good time. And a lot of gas... But it's exciting!
Seriously, I can't wait for Saturday.
I feel like there should be more for me to talk about, but this seems like enough, and I can't really think of anything else anyway : /
Entonces, ciao, todos.