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Well, as expected, I did overreact to Josh vanishing on Saturday. He called me last night, said he'd had to do crap, and that he was sorry. We talked for an hour or two, which in reality is probably more than I talked to him over two years of high school combined. So. I suppose I'll see him in May, and feel sheepish for the histrionics.
I'm really looking forward to the summer: not doing schoolwork, seeing Ben, traveling, buying crap for the apartment, spending time at home. However, it's somewhat dampened by the knowledge that I won't see any of the people I've grown so fond of in Boston. Everyone seems to be sort of spread out along the east coast. It's a pity. But this does not change the fact that I am chomping at the proverbial bit for school to be out. I am so fucking tired of it. I am not cut out for, how you say, "working". I am, as the kids say, "real fuckin' lazy".
I have so much work overdue that needs to be turned in before tonight. I believe a small ulcer is slowly but surely reclaiming its territory in my stomach. Lord, watch over me in this time of trials.
Non sequitur for today: the other day it occurred to me that I cannot stop myself from personifying trees. Not all plants, just trees. When I looked at one and tried to forcibly remind myself that it was not an animal, was not sentient, did not even have cognitive processes, I just couldn't comprehend it. My brain kept indignantly rejecting the concept. Guess the next step is to go dance naked under the moonlight in a sacred circle and sing to Goddess, eh?
I'm really looking forward to the summer: not doing schoolwork, seeing Ben, traveling, buying crap for the apartment, spending time at home. However, it's somewhat dampened by the knowledge that I won't see any of the people I've grown so fond of in Boston. Everyone seems to be sort of spread out along the east coast. It's a pity. But this does not change the fact that I am chomping at the proverbial bit for school to be out. I am so fucking tired of it. I am not cut out for, how you say, "working". I am, as the kids say, "real fuckin' lazy".
I have so much work overdue that needs to be turned in before tonight. I believe a small ulcer is slowly but surely reclaiming its territory in my stomach. Lord, watch over me in this time of trials.
Non sequitur for today: the other day it occurred to me that I cannot stop myself from personifying trees. Not all plants, just trees. When I looked at one and tried to forcibly remind myself that it was not an animal, was not sentient, did not even have cognitive processes, I just couldn't comprehend it. My brain kept indignantly rejecting the concept. Guess the next step is to go dance naked under the moonlight in a sacred circle and sing to Goddess, eh?