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I'm back in Des Moines, and it feels good. Even though I love having roommates around, it's nice to have the apartment all to myself. I spread all the crap I brought back with me around everywhere, so I could decide what to do with it all. Bags and boxes of bathroom stuff. Suitcases of clothes (I acquired a lot this summer in New York). Totes full of magazines, books, and paper in general. God, I am the weird person that never throws anything away.
This summer was insane. It feels like a dream that has just ended. Parts of it are still blurry, and I don't know if most of it was real. I should have written more about it in this journal, but I wrote many of my thoughts in e-mails and my own personal journal. Here's to having the crappiest LiveJournal ever! Like I always say, I'm going to try to work on posting more on LiveJournal. For some reason it just doesn't seem that important to me. This is more or less a vehicle so other people know what's going on in my life. It's a strange way to communicate with folks.
I'm making a list for the supermarket and Target. I need goods. And officially this post is worthless.
This summer was insane. It feels like a dream that has just ended. Parts of it are still blurry, and I don't know if most of it was real. I should have written more about it in this journal, but I wrote many of my thoughts in e-mails and my own personal journal. Here's to having the crappiest LiveJournal ever! Like I always say, I'm going to try to work on posting more on LiveJournal. For some reason it just doesn't seem that important to me. This is more or less a vehicle so other people know what's going on in my life. It's a strange way to communicate with folks.
I'm making a list for the supermarket and Target. I need goods. And officially this post is worthless.