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For a day that sucks like today/night sucks, I'm surprised I'm not covered in hickeys.
I missed my first year seminar class, for about the millionth time.
I read a poem of mine which was so horrible in poetry class I almost cried at the table.
I yelled at people during lunch for not being as good at comforting me as Hannah is.
Now I am writing a six page paper due tomorrow at 12:00 pm, godammit.
BUT!
Good things!
Tomorrow is dinner with my poetry class (a chance for redemption!), a lecture on Limericks in the Tewks lounge at 8:30, and 4-Square. Sweet sweet stresslessness.
(The day after that should be bad-packed with my history essay, but thaaaaat's okay. Two days at a time.)
Plusly, at least three people I adore had joyous juicius days.
P.S. More blessings: Clams and I are going to meet sometimes to share and discuss our poetry (and you are SO invited), Ari gave me a beautiful hippy skirt, and Noah might make apple pie tonight. So. Life is definitely still loveable. Just unbearable.
I missed my first year seminar class, for about the millionth time.
I read a poem of mine which was so horrible in poetry class I almost cried at the table.
I yelled at people during lunch for not being as good at comforting me as Hannah is.
Now I am writing a six page paper due tomorrow at 12:00 pm, godammit.
BUT!
Good things!
Tomorrow is dinner with my poetry class (a chance for redemption!), a lecture on Limericks in the Tewks lounge at 8:30, and 4-Square. Sweet sweet stresslessness.
(The day after that should be bad-packed with my history essay, but thaaaaat's okay. Two days at a time.)
Plusly, at least three people I adore had joyous juicius days.
P.S. More blessings: Clams and I are going to meet sometimes to share and discuss our poetry (and you are SO invited), Ari gave me a beautiful hippy skirt, and Noah might make apple pie tonight. So. Life is definitely still loveable. Just unbearable.