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It is so muggy in this building that it feels like the air is conspiring to suffocate me in my sleep with it's mustiness.
I'm reading The Bell Jar and it makes me sad that it seems like most great writers are insane. Does that mean I'm crazy, or untalented?
I have way too much freetime, thus my tan is just this side of perfect and I'm reading everything in sight. Thank goodness for my friends who are willing to drive 8 million hours to see me for like 2 minutes. I don't know if I would still be sane without you guys.
Two weeks and counting until I'm off to North Carolina to see my one and only. I have to take a plan all by myself....how exciting/scary. I'll have to bring some good reading material....and my book.
I need to draw more.
Thumbs up to campus tour and snickers and BatThumb kickers. My friends are THE best.
Amy's coming tomorrow....and I bet we're going to get coffee with a side order of big fat greasy gossip!