I can't even begin to update on everything that's happened since Thursday. Not only because so much is going on, but also because I haven't really let myself think about all of it at once yet. One thing at a time keeps the Claire sane ( Read more... )

All week I've had the feeling that I got my final exam schedule wrong. ISU's table of exam schedules is straightforward and theoretically easy to read, but it just confuses me shitless. I've read it a million times, but I had this feeling I should run it by somebody else just in case I'd gotten something wrong ( Read more... )

So early in the morning
She sits in the computer lab
To escape her non-roommate
Who moves her shit
Too fucking early in the morning

She tries to use
ctrl + f
To find a term
In a paper course packet
Like, a bundle of papers
Clipped together 

Today is the last day of my favorite class. I hate the end of a semester.

I think... I think things are going to fall the fuck apart.

Today I woke up at N's, which is always nice. Went to class, picked up paint chips for my new room, made a squash casserole and pretended I was serving it to my wife and kids.

I'm still scared. What the hell am I going to do after may 9th?

I can't find an option I can live with. This isn't supposed to happen to me.

Okay, I always knew I was shallow. I mean, I'm a horny pig, which requires a fair degree of shallowness.

Until today, I had planned not to "walk" for graduation. Graduation ceremonies are boring, I'm moving that day, and I plan to graduate two more times (master's and PhD) in my life, so I really didn't think I cared. As my mom put it, "It's kind of ( Read more... )

I haven't posted in a while ( Read more... )

It is very empty here. It feels quite isolating. I like classes and homework, but I don't like being tired and I'm not sure I enjoy living like Rapunzel. I miss my friends back home the way I miss here when I'm at home. There is plenty to do, but it's all boring. Perhaps 25% of me is wondering whether summer school was the right way to go.

The good news: Straight As this semester.
The bad news: Stupid fancy-pants doctor ordered bloodwork, one of my biggest phobias. Shit.

It looks like I might graduate next May.

Woops.

Excuse me while I fall to the floor and take up residence underneath my desk.

I don't want to be a full-fledged real-world adult at 20! I won't survive!