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| Relaaaax. |
[Apr. 19th, 2010|03:33 am] |
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| | 'Shattered' - OAR | ] |
I finally made myself take a weekend off. This weekend has been pretty outstanding. I went for a walk yesterday, and ended up getting myself lost. But not the kind of lost where I was just absolutely hopelessly lost, but the kind where it lead me to a pretty amazing little park area, and I spent about an hour swinging on a swingset. Before yesterday, I can't even tell you the last time I had swung on a swingset. Maybe when I was like, twelve? I can't remember. It's been a long time, I know that much. It was really nice. I was stress free, it was fantastic.
I have most of my papers written, now all I have to do is turn them in this week, and then wait for finals to come. After this year, I've decided to take this summer off from school, and I'm not taking any classes over the summer. I feel like I've been neglecting my siblings, and I feel bad for that. So I'm going to spend a lot of time with them this summer, that's for sure.
I can't wait until this is all over. I'm sick of feeling like a professional student! |
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[Mar. 1st, 2010|05:31 pm] |
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| | 'It Is What It Is' - Lifehouse | ] |
So, I think I'm finally recovered. I've been incredibly sick lately, and it just makes me moody and bitchy. Like, I hate being sick. More than anything. I think I might hate it more than snow, but that's a huge maybe. I felt like I'd been fighting it off for a few days, and then it just -WHAM- hit me, and it sucked. Hugely. I didn't have the energy to even get out of bed the first couple days, and I missed class. Which is something I can't do very often, not with what I'm going to school for. But I ended up forcing myself to go to class on Wednesday, only to have my professor send me home. Lovely. So today I've spent most of my morning running around campus and playing catch-up with my professors. Getting assignments I've missed, all that jazz. Fuck this, I'm never getting sick again.
Then, coming home from class, I'm sitting at a red light. Just listening to Lifehouse's new album, drumming on my steering wheel. Mostly because I tend to get incredibly INTO the music I'm listening to when I'm driving. People tend to get embarrassed to be in a car with me during the summer when the windows are down and I've got the music loud, and I'm singing at the top of my lungs. I don't care. But so I'm sitting at a red light, rocking out to 'Halfway Gone', and I glance over next to me, and this old man is giving me the most ridiculously angry look! Like, if looks could kill, I'd more than likely be ten feet under. Forget that six feet under shit, that man looked ANGRY. I don't know why! The light turned green and I just drove off, but I couldn't figure out why he was so angry. Whatever. Maybe you just turn angry all the time when you get to be his ancient age. He didn't even look like he could see through those huge coke bottle lenses on his face. I don't get it.
Okay, I'm done rambling for now. |
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