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Ah yes, she returns after three million months, and for what? An emo post. Fuck you, self.
I'm so tired of these moodswings I've been having. I'm just exhausted with my entire self. I can't handle being here anymore. I don't want to do my work, and it's showing in what work gets done ( Read more... ) -
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When I walk out of the dorm by myself now, sometimes I wonder what would happen if I didn't return. If I just kept walking. It's a very stupid thought, which I admit to myself freely, since I have no survival skills whatsoever and never even leave my dorm with money, let alone my credit cards or, oh, I don't know, a driver's license. And part of me ( Read more... ) -
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I am a mess and on a verge of a breakdown and if I disappoint even one more person, I'm going to snap.
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Well then.
Today in my I.S. meeting, K-Dub loved my draft and had very few suggestions. He said I am a writer. Fantastic. He and I don't stay on topic very well. Whoops.
Bethan and I had a hot date to Cleveland to see Love's Labour's Lost, which was awesome fun. We didn't get lost, were only a bit late, she taught me how to pump gas (well, I'd done it once ( Read more... ) -
Sammy.
My mommy called me tonight to tell me my kitty died this morning. He was old; I've had him since he was a kitten, back when I was in third grade (thirteen years now, I suppose). He stopped eating a couple weeks ago but started back up again, so my parents hoped he was getting better. The vet found tumors a little while ago, but they were the kind ( Read more... ) -
life rocking
-We made Doyleston out of a piece of yellow paper. He pretty much rocks the world. He's hanging up on our wall. (Doyleston is our fictitious butler we invented last year. Now he breakdances ( Read more... ) -
Life has taken a turn to the LAME side.
Every fall break so far, I have gone to NYC. My co-travelers have changed, as have the methods of travel and level of comfort. But it's always been leave-on-Friday-get-there-about-2-am-Saturday-sleep-NYC!!!-leave-Tuesday-morning-class-on-Wednesday, with the grand wonderful excitement of seeing RENT four times in three days each time ( Read more... ) -
"Jacques Cousteau was so crazy, he was frazy!"
So yesterday was most excellent. I officially moved back out of the Wellness Center after a weeklong stay (and I must admit, it's rather disheartening to be forced to get one's own water and have to share a bathroom again). I was quite lonely there, though it was excellent rest-wise and getting-better-wise. It was definitely necessary during the ( Read more... ) -
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It's a sad day. I should be canoodling with Adam, having him meet my friends, having someone to cuddle with and talk to. I miss him. I really wish he could have come up, but I know (really, I do know) that if he had come up, it would have been super lame. I know how weak and lame I feel after just going to two classes today. I have not even a ( Read more... ) -
I am sick.
It is not good. I do not get to appreciate the bagpipes playing in the hallway because I want to die. David Duncan is throwing a party next door and they are yelling all punk-y ish. I want to kill them but I can't because it is only midnight on a Saturday night and they have much more right to be partying than my stupid body has any sort of right ( Read more... )