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I washed of two and a half weeks of living off the other day, but people on campus are still coughing. My jeans are full of spilt milk, UC grease, and whatever else I spill on my hands. School has been such a different place this year compared to my last. People roll in and out of our house like the ocean sample before Champagne Supernova starts, and rooming with Hunter keeps me grounded, instead of floating off into the stars, where I spent so much time drowning myself last year. I can't handle being in crowded basements or UCs or cafs anymore and I wonder if I'm getting old. Rolling down Devon's cul de sac on office chairs was amazing, especially because no one could see and it was only 10PM. Last night put everything together for me. Answered many questions without asking too many extras. I know why I'm in Psi U, why I'm all the girls' best friend, and why I have to be at William and Mary instead of UNCW. I'm content, and though unsolvable questions riddle my mind like tiny pin pricks, they only hurt so much, and I can keep going.