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Today, the high is 74. Ergo, I don't give a shit about any kind of work, which is bad because I have a paper and a test today. Seriously, though, it's way too nice to think about working, and once I'm done with my French test, Lindsay and I are going to check out our new room in Wait (!!), and then I am going to sleep on the green. Or maybe sketch. Or maybe knit. Or just smoke all of my cloves.
I really should care so much more than I do, but what can you do? All I need is my teaching certification after school, so grades aren't as vital as they were in secondary school.
Still, I do need to talk to my teachers about my absences at the middle of the semester. I was out a lot in biology, and I kind of need to pass that to get rid of 3 all-college requirements. Denise likes me, though, because I like her dog and talk to her, and as it's biology of the mind and I was out because my brain was fucked up, she will probably have some level of sympathy. My French teacher likes me, too, as I'm a major and want her to be my advisor, so she'll be understanding, too, I think.
Oh, and also, I have a big bruise on my ass. I bruise way too easily. I need to have some form of pigment in my skin. I'm wearing the lightest foundation that drugstores offer. When I wear makeup, I am, which I don't do a lot. I told my mom that, and she goes "Ugh, you really are becoming a Yankee."
Effing cute, Mum.
I really should care so much more than I do, but what can you do? All I need is my teaching certification after school, so grades aren't as vital as they were in secondary school.
Still, I do need to talk to my teachers about my absences at the middle of the semester. I was out a lot in biology, and I kind of need to pass that to get rid of 3 all-college requirements. Denise likes me, though, because I like her dog and talk to her, and as it's biology of the mind and I was out because my brain was fucked up, she will probably have some level of sympathy. My French teacher likes me, too, as I'm a major and want her to be my advisor, so she'll be understanding, too, I think.
Oh, and also, I have a big bruise on my ass. I bruise way too easily. I need to have some form of pigment in my skin. I'm wearing the lightest foundation that drugstores offer. When I wear makeup, I am, which I don't do a lot. I told my mom that, and she goes "Ugh, you really are becoming a Yankee."
Effing cute, Mum.