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I'm working on a belated birthday card for Jonathan and I have to pee.
Um. Let's see. I went to Boston weekend before last and hung out with my cousins, my aunt, and my mom. It was a lot of fun and nice to be far away from campus. For Halloween this weekend I played golf with those other kids, which was a lot of fun as well. I was rule 63 Tony Stark. I made an arc reactor. My hair is (temporarily) black). Pictures from Boston and Halloween are here.
I'm going to need to buckle down and start doing some work soon, but all I want to do is talk about comics and edit people's fanfiction. I keep coming back to the fact that I kinda majored in the wrong field. Bbbbbbut, Beloit probably would have killed my love for whatever I would have majored in besides History, so there's no winning. Durr. I can't even really bring myself to pick out classes for next semester, the selection is too desolate and depressing.
Going to go read these prospectuses and then get back to the funtimes.
...the meeting I thought was tomorrow was apparently TODAY AT 4.
I. Fail. At. College.
I'm simply mortified. I seriously need to get my fucking act together. Dear Lord.
Um. Let's see. I went to Boston weekend before last and hung out with my cousins, my aunt, and my mom. It was a lot of fun and nice to be far away from campus. For Halloween this weekend I played golf with those other kids, which was a lot of fun as well. I was rule 63 Tony Stark. I made an arc reactor. My hair is (temporarily) black). Pictures from Boston and Halloween are here.
I'm going to need to buckle down and start doing some work soon, but all I want to do is talk about comics and edit people's fanfiction. I keep coming back to the fact that I kinda majored in the wrong field. Bbbbbbut, Beloit probably would have killed my love for whatever I would have majored in besides History, so there's no winning. Durr. I can't even really bring myself to pick out classes for next semester, the selection is too desolate and depressing.
Going to go read these prospectuses and then get back to the funtimes.
...the meeting I thought was tomorrow was apparently TODAY AT 4.
I. Fail. At. College.
I'm simply mortified. I seriously need to get my fucking act together. Dear Lord.
