I'm not sure what to write. So I left school and got a job and... it's not a great one... and... I don't know, it's one of those times when I'm not sure I want to record my life, y'know?
So today Smudge managed to get his foot high enough to clear the coffee mug. That's, high enough. Not far enough. Plunk. Poor old boy.
In other news, trip prep continues to eat my days, broken by the occasional moment of freaking out in a state of excitedtocrazyplusnervouszomigawd-ness. (Oh, yes. That's a word now.)
In an e-mail sent out to all students and faculty, the chancellor talks about how he believes in an atmosphere of diversity.
That would be a lot more convincing if the e-mail wasn't about swastikas graffiti'ed on campus buildings. I am so, so ready to be done with that school.
Gotta love when finals are coming up and you really, really should be working, but instead you're on lj and working on a character profile and other, ahem, important things
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