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I'm still not too happy with my eating habits. I was doing well for a while, but that was because I had a group of friends to eat with every day. Now my friends, who are a year ahead of me, have started internships, which means I'm on my own Tuesdays and Thursdays. This provides two perfect opportunities for me to skip meals. Bad, bad Sarah. It doesn't help that our cafeteria is awful.
I should (there's that pesky word again) be writing a paper for social psychology. It's only a page long, which means that I procrastinated on it. Just one page, right? No problem. I can whip that out in nothing flat...ha ha. I keep forgetting that I'm not a freshman anymore. My grace period (if it even existed to begin with) is over. Must get ass in gear. It's just that I find so many interesting things on Youtube and I get distracted. Very, very distracted. Death Cab for Cutie cannot help me with my social psychology paper.
Today is Bipolar Disorder Awareness Day. It is also the 11th, which means that I will be 20 in exactly three months. I feel old. It's not like I particularly enjoyed being a teenager, but I've been one for the past six years, and I'm used to it. 20 sounds...adultish. I don't feel remotely adultish. I sure as hell don't look it. But I'll be 20 in three months, and my brother will graduate from high school in May. My head spins when I think about this too much, but since I am me, I think about it too much anyway. I'm the queen of over-analyzation. It makes life difficult. But yes, I am old. I'll graduate college in two and a half semesters, which sounds like a long time until I remember how fast my freshman year went by. Then I'll be 22 and on my own for good. I'm thinking of being a journalist or reporter. I'd be good at it. Law's ok, but I'd get even crazier than I already am if I was in a job that wouldn't let me be creative. I need something flexible. I need a job that requires passion. Law is so black and white, and while I definitely have a tendency to be black and white, there's still a significant portion of my personality that resides in the gray, and it doesn't like to be ignored.
Enough pensive rambling. I need to write that bloody paper. So long, friends.