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man, some semesters make you feel like crap. others, you feel like you rode out in a blaze of glory. Mine was definitely the latter; i'm not sure if this was merely owing to my behavior Friday after my last two finals. Nothing like being in a bar with new friends and recent acquaintances and somehow not having to pay for any of the 3 Long Islands you drank. Either you're popular or everyone feels sorry for you. I like to think it's the former. But, no, this semester has been one of the best on record. I really liked driving home by myself this time, reflecting on my past and future, and realizing what a good place I'm in. Yeah, I'm worried about finances, Bush's next term, my inability to stop gossiping, and my lack of remorse for my ailing Catholicism. But, I recognize these problems and realize that I can't have everything at once. Maintaining equilibrium involves concentrating on a few things, and when others start to get out of control, dealing with those.
There's more to tell but I'm lazy and also can't deal with the fact that Jack Kerouac can write and drink me under the table.
I wonder if Judging Amy is on...
There's more to tell but I'm lazy and also can't deal with the fact that Jack Kerouac can write and drink me under the table.
I wonder if Judging Amy is on...