March 2012
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February 2012
29 posts
richy-w:
jenniferskanks:
I feel as though my insides could spew out of my body at any given moment.
Idk if this was supposed to be humorous but I enjoyed it regardless.
Take it however you will!
I am so over everything right now.
My dad called and said my grandma is about to die, but I’m terrified to go see her. And if she dies, I’m afraid I’ll miss school or even work. I’m super stressed. I’m breaking out in hiiiiives. Ugh!
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I feel as though my insides could spew out of my body at any given moment.
Dear diary
richy-w:
Mood: apathetic.
-that’s all I thought when I read your reply Jennifer lol
Yes!
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Is it spring break yet?
Yes.
I’m glad I like my job, it makes the pain of working Friday through Monday not so bad.
Today
someone asked me what I wanted to do as far as schooling goes. I said chemical engineering, and ideally yes, but apparently SIUE doesn’t do that. Stupid, what kind of school doesn’t have chemical engineering?
Anyway, I did some scoping out. They have a major for biochemistry. Not engineering, but hey, this may fit me better.
I may double major in math? If not I WILL have a math...
doctorwatson-:
america is currently so transfixed with the grammy awards that nobody notices as nicolas cage steals the declaration of independence
i feel like tomorrows going to disappear in a blur
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SO FAR WHAT I'VE LEARNED IN DIFFERENTIAL EQUATIONS...
math is magic.
MATH MAGIC.
I forget everything clever I was going to name...
Last night was the last ITR show ever. The closing of this venue feels so different from all of the others. It’s the last of the all ages venues. It was the last one. I started going to shows about 5 years ago, it’s what has made me who I am today. Shows introduced me to almost all of my friends. ITR was a big part of that, I was there. From the opening, to the closing, to the...
I think all my stress
is coming out in random bursts of tears.
I wish it would stop. Cute pictures of animals = cry. Letters from Torri = cry. ITR closing = cry. Realizing it’s not summertime = cry.
Oh poo.