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Hello, old friend. It has been some time.
You know, I have about 3 more weeks of school to go. I sit at my desk, poke around with my papers, ruffle the pages in my book... yet all I can concentrate on is the fishing tackle that I have. They are jelly-like, and they look like pink copepods. Pink. Copepods.
This is how I focus.
Like every other person, I am just looking forward to the semester being over. I want it to be summer. I want to actually be able to go to the beach on the weekends and maybe even a few weekdays, without have to worry about school.I want to hang out and swim. I want an excuse to use my little cooler.
I forget what it feels like not to worry. Damn school. Damn damn damn.
You know, I have about 3 more weeks of school to go. I sit at my desk, poke around with my papers, ruffle the pages in my book... yet all I can concentrate on is the fishing tackle that I have. They are jelly-like, and they look like pink copepods. Pink. Copepods.
This is how I focus.
Like every other person, I am just looking forward to the semester being over. I want it to be summer. I want to actually be able to go to the beach on the weekends and maybe even a few weekdays, without have to worry about school.I want to hang out and swim. I want an excuse to use my little cooler.
I forget what it feels like not to worry. Damn school. Damn damn damn.