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My hair is getting longer and looking at pictures of myself with long hair, I'm not sure I want to cut it again for awhile. I suppose it makes sense, given that for a huge part of the summer I just pull it up anyway. It's easier to pull it up when it's longer, since I can twist it better.
I've formed my thesis committee. Finally. For awhile I was actually considering just eating the credits and paying for the required Clinical Evaluation class so that I didn't have to finish my thesis. This was all because I was terrified of asking people to be on my committee. It seems like I'm actually going to get it done now. And here I am careening back into the feeling that I want to do something else with my life other than social work. A huge amount of debt later and I think I'm just going to stick with this, whether I think I'm happy with it or not. Since I'm probably not going to be happy with anything--I should have gone into business and at least made a ton of money. Hindsight, ah well.
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one. Except, I'm lying. Is it weird that that's my pseudo-theme song these days? I'm really white.
Back to thesis. Now I need to re-read the goddamn thing and pretend like I remember what the hell I'm talking about by June 23rd.
Camp is coming up soon. I wanted to go, but it didn't fall on my scheduled days. I'm kind of relieved, but I also had the urge to volunteer. I think the thing that's mainly preventing me from going this year is because I don't think I could handle remembering the happy (yet now pathetic) daydreams I had while I was up there last year. Er, now I'm depressed. Great.
I've formed my thesis committee. Finally. For awhile I was actually considering just eating the credits and paying for the required Clinical Evaluation class so that I didn't have to finish my thesis. This was all because I was terrified of asking people to be on my committee. It seems like I'm actually going to get it done now. And here I am careening back into the feeling that I want to do something else with my life other than social work. A huge amount of debt later and I think I'm just going to stick with this, whether I think I'm happy with it or not. Since I'm probably not going to be happy with anything--I should have gone into business and at least made a ton of money. Hindsight, ah well.
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one. Except, I'm lying. Is it weird that that's my pseudo-theme song these days? I'm really white.
Back to thesis. Now I need to re-read the goddamn thing and pretend like I remember what the hell I'm talking about by June 23rd.
Camp is coming up soon. I wanted to go, but it didn't fall on my scheduled days. I'm kind of relieved, but I also had the urge to volunteer. I think the thing that's mainly preventing me from going this year is because I don't think I could handle remembering the happy (yet now pathetic) daydreams I had while I was up there last year. Er, now I'm depressed. Great.