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I'm getting lazy; college is starting to feel like hard summer instead of easy school.
I actually had to spend some time in the common room this morning, because I went down to get something from the vending machine and forgot my ID card, so I couldn't swipe myself back into the stairwell to get back to my room. Fortunately, there are other crazy people in the world - not crazy people who get up at 5:00, maybe, but crazy people who get up at 6:00, so one of them let me in after an hour.
At my internship yesterday, I ended up going to a rally with Bernie Sanders and Barbara Boxer - and Barbara Boxer shook my hand! By the end of the rally, I was all pumped up. I love Democrats. **sigh**
My walk down that morning was wonderful. The sky was gorgeous, and the trees were beautiful, and I listened to my not!Pod and smiled at everyone and picked up trash. I loved it.
I'm coming to miss space - privacy, but not the normal kind, because there's a bathroom in the room and a curtained area under my bed. I'm missing the privacy that you get from living six miles away from town with very few neighbors. I can't sing anymore - there is always someone there; I'm afraid I will lose my singing voice.
Not that I ever had it in the first place, I suppose.
My watch is getting looser and looser.
I still want to go home.
I actually had to spend some time in the common room this morning, because I went down to get something from the vending machine and forgot my ID card, so I couldn't swipe myself back into the stairwell to get back to my room. Fortunately, there are other crazy people in the world - not crazy people who get up at 5:00, maybe, but crazy people who get up at 6:00, so one of them let me in after an hour.
At my internship yesterday, I ended up going to a rally with Bernie Sanders and Barbara Boxer - and Barbara Boxer shook my hand! By the end of the rally, I was all pumped up. I love Democrats. **sigh**
My walk down that morning was wonderful. The sky was gorgeous, and the trees were beautiful, and I listened to my not!Pod and smiled at everyone and picked up trash. I loved it.
I'm coming to miss space - privacy, but not the normal kind, because there's a bathroom in the room and a curtained area under my bed. I'm missing the privacy that you get from living six miles away from town with very few neighbors. I can't sing anymore - there is always someone there; I'm afraid I will lose my singing voice.
Not that I ever had it in the first place, I suppose.
My watch is getting looser and looser.
I still want to go home.