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I'm supposed to be working on my final paper but I can't concentrate. I enjoy my topic but my brain is done. I definitely need to work on getting my papers done earlier in the semester so I can relax more at the end of the quarter. The stress is dying down but it's still there and as much as I'm looking forward to next quarter's classes, I don't need to start thinking about them yet! I got an email from a professor talking about what we'll be discussing in the first class, what book to buy, final research paper guidelines and advice to start thinking of topics over break so I can think about getting into archives soon to start my research. Seriously, I'm not even done with my freaking finals for this quarter and you want me to get started on work for next quarter over my spring break??? wtf! lamelamelame
Re-reading my lj makes me miss Chesca. I haven't talked to her in so long and that whole crew has grown apart so much...it's weird reviewing my past, thinking about things that happened, how they led to other things happening, seeing how I was with certain people and remembering how they all changed so soon after that.
I wish Charlie had a journal I could read. I wish I could review his life the way he is mine. I want to know what I missed out on the last 5 years. Maybe then I wouldn't be so jealous of Stacy.
Cathy made cookies and gave me some of her sweaters. I'm a happy mia. Her sweaters still smell like her. It's nice.
I'm starting to fade, which is bad considering how much research I still have. I should get through all these books tonight, just take notes. I can write tomorrow. And do laundry. Friday's going to be busy but a happy busy. No more papers, no more research, no more work, and I get to see Charlie soon thereafter! Ok research time.
Re-reading my lj makes me miss Chesca. I haven't talked to her in so long and that whole crew has grown apart so much...it's weird reviewing my past, thinking about things that happened, how they led to other things happening, seeing how I was with certain people and remembering how they all changed so soon after that.
I wish Charlie had a journal I could read. I wish I could review his life the way he is mine. I want to know what I missed out on the last 5 years. Maybe then I wouldn't be so jealous of Stacy.
Cathy made cookies and gave me some of her sweaters. I'm a happy mia. Her sweaters still smell like her. It's nice.
I'm starting to fade, which is bad considering how much research I still have. I should get through all these books tonight, just take notes. I can write tomorrow. And do laundry. Friday's going to be busy but a happy busy. No more papers, no more research, no more work, and I get to see Charlie soon thereafter! Ok research time.