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i cordially invite the month of november to suck my dick.
for the past two novembers i've done costume crew which took up like an entire week and a half that thanksgiving break didnt so november was like 3 days, but now its like dragged out prolonged limbo. sort of march except better. but limbo in the sense that you are between seasons. actually march is sort of better because you are approaching the spring instead of plummeting into the depths of wintry depression.
i hate getting out of school at 4:15 and its sort of dark and gray outside and i go to rite aid with mag and buy a candy bar and take the train which is so crowded and walk home and its cold. that sucks. if i had my way i'd probably be in school all the time and sleep in the student center or the library. as soon as i get home i get sad but im pretty much fine all the time during school.
im going to chicago with d on wednesday so i think it will be nice to get away? even though its not really away at all, its college interviews. and then hopkins next week. the fear is truly taking over my life and thats fine but i did spend a good 15, 16 hours this weekend doing yearbook related things. the weekend was quite good though, relatively ruckus due to the saturday night fire department/escaping from the police through a haunted elevator scenario, and the oreos and preaching at aliza's, and our senior page walking up court street in togas, and bubby's, and getting home 36 hours after i first left.
i really want to go to the school i want to go to and i feel so unmotivated to do other apps. except uchicago sort of. i have a lot of work and i have a headache. i want it to be december or at least thanksgiving
for the past two novembers i've done costume crew which took up like an entire week and a half that thanksgiving break didnt so november was like 3 days, but now its like dragged out prolonged limbo. sort of march except better. but limbo in the sense that you are between seasons. actually march is sort of better because you are approaching the spring instead of plummeting into the depths of wintry depression.
i hate getting out of school at 4:15 and its sort of dark and gray outside and i go to rite aid with mag and buy a candy bar and take the train which is so crowded and walk home and its cold. that sucks. if i had my way i'd probably be in school all the time and sleep in the student center or the library. as soon as i get home i get sad but im pretty much fine all the time during school.
im going to chicago with d on wednesday so i think it will be nice to get away? even though its not really away at all, its college interviews. and then hopkins next week. the fear is truly taking over my life and thats fine but i did spend a good 15, 16 hours this weekend doing yearbook related things. the weekend was quite good though, relatively ruckus due to the saturday night fire department/escaping from the police through a haunted elevator scenario, and the oreos and preaching at aliza's, and our senior page walking up court street in togas, and bubby's, and getting home 36 hours after i first left.
i really want to go to the school i want to go to and i feel so unmotivated to do other apps. except uchicago sort of. i have a lot of work and i have a headache. i want it to be december or at least thanksgiving