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Aw shit, Livejournal, I didn't mean to forget about you. It's just sort of that everything that's happened to me recently is either embarassingly personal or incredibly mundane, and all that's left to write about is stuff that seems trivial.
School's been laid back...because of ISU classes, I only have class for 1.5 hours every monday wednesday and friday.
College is bearing down on me. I hope I get into Grinnell or Carleton. I hope this whole thing will turn out alright. But fuck it, it's out of my control at this point, right...
Aw shit, prom. I've been really pissed off multiple times lately, because I didn't realize that it was so soon, and as a consequence of that people I intended to ask already have dates.
How about this spring break? I don't really know what to say. I wrote a to-do list at the beginning of the break, and I didn't really accomplish much on the list. I just worked a bunch and did pretty much the same boring old thing every night. I feel vaguely unfulfilled.
St. Paddy's day was okay. I don't remember too much of the latter part of the night, but I woke up with "Ask why she...no bueno" on the back of my hand, and I'm a bit fuzzy on how that message got there and what it means. It's not in my handwriting, I don't think.
School's been laid back...because of ISU classes, I only have class for 1.5 hours every monday wednesday and friday.
College is bearing down on me. I hope I get into Grinnell or Carleton. I hope this whole thing will turn out alright. But fuck it, it's out of my control at this point, right...
Aw shit, prom. I've been really pissed off multiple times lately, because I didn't realize that it was so soon, and as a consequence of that people I intended to ask already have dates.
How about this spring break? I don't really know what to say. I wrote a to-do list at the beginning of the break, and I didn't really accomplish much on the list. I just worked a bunch and did pretty much the same boring old thing every night. I feel vaguely unfulfilled.
St. Paddy's day was okay. I don't remember too much of the latter part of the night, but I woke up with "Ask why she...no bueno" on the back of my hand, and I'm a bit fuzzy on how that message got there and what it means. It's not in my handwriting, I don't think.