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This is the world we live in (whoa-oa-oa)…

So summer came, and the moment it got here I started sucking at blogging. I must remedy this.

The summer’s been busy. I wish I’d blogged it; I’m really sorry I didn’t, because I’ve had a lot going on, and that’s usually the best time to blog. Didn’t you miss my run-on sentences?

Classes start in three weeks. I am not excited.

Actually, I’ve finally openly admitted, once and for all, no ifs-ands-buts-or-maybes, that I regret choosing UNF over Agnes Scott. I’ve said time and time again that the only reason I’m glad I went to UNF was because at least I found the Boychik there; I never realized how much I meant it. I hate that school. I feel trapped there, and I want out.

In other news… My Sister’s been quite sick all summer. She developed shingles early during the summer, and although it cleared up for a bit, we suspect that the sores in her mouth are the shingles making their return. My aunt had to put her (my) bloodhound down a few weeks ago. I’m not sure I can ever visit there again. I did get to chaperone the youth trip to Christmount last month, and it was so much fun to reconnect with at least one friend I’d sorely missed. I still miss the boys; I really didn’t get to hang out with them as much this year, which was sad. They’ll all be at the college retreat, I hope.

It feels like there’s a lot going on right now, but I can’t tell whether there’s more activity going on around me or inside me. I’m just hoping my health holds up. Things don’t quite feel right, and that scares me. I can’t afford another flare-up, and I’m praying desperately to avoid it, God willing.

I’ve got to go get some work done… I’ll try to throw some posts up on a closer-to-daily basis. I really should be, and I know it. I’ve just got to sort through things so that I can.

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This is your brain on exams week.

Finals almost over. Turned in an 8-page essay this morning, can not imagine writing anything else for a few days. Two more exams, both Tuesday, and I’m free for the summer.

Why do weekends have to end?

Final exams just can’t get here soon enough. I can not wait until May. The last of my exams are May 1, so close and yet so far away. The following week, I’ll be starting a guitar class at the community college here for a few weeks, and the week after that I’ll be going to the beach with my family. I am so looking forward to a vacation.

I need to get back on track with my blogging, too; I like blogging daily, but making time to do it or finding something to write about has been a challenge lately.

The weekend was pretty good, despite an awesome sunburn Saturday. Friday night I took some money I’d saved up, and my mom and I went shopping so I could get some summery clothes. For reference, it is AMAZING what a well-fitted bra can do. I was trying on this top, and one of the clerks in the store went out on a limb to ask when the last time I’d been fitted was… needless to say it had been a WHILE. I know I SHOULD get it done about once a year, but… it had been about seven or eight years. Eheh. Oops?

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Just saying hi.

The play went really well, I think. I had a lot of fun, and I am still exhausted, largely because I haven’t really had a chance to just rest yet. In theory, I’ll get that after finals, around May 3 or 4. In the meantime… yes, finals are approaching. I’ve got a month until classes are over, and then I’m taking the summer off from classes in favor of working a second job or something.

I’ve got class in an hour; if my head weren’t killing me, I might actually manage a full post. Unfortunately, I presently want to crawl under a rock and die. I would so much rather be in bed toay. Watching Sweeney Todd and drinking strawberry smoothies and playing WoW.

Sigh.

Kissing summer goodbye already…

Well, UNF posted the summer course schedule, and I’m sad to say it looks like I’ll be in class all summer long. I’m planning to take three classes so I can do four in fall and four in spring and be done, once and for all. Which is… fantastic, to say the least, given my overwhelming hate for the university. But. My entire summer! I’m going to have to drive up from Crescent Beach for class, skip a day of Vacation Bible School and possibly skip Christmount.

Conversations with Dante: On college.

I’m in class right now, but Dante and I are chatting on Google Docs (as usual), and he summed life up pretty fantastically just now, so I thought I’d share the conversation:

Me: So how are you?
Dante: lol hehehe. I am er bored on a grand scale?
Me: I agree. Class needs to start so I can leave. At least you get to go home soon. 😛 … oh dear. Ok.
Dante: I meant bored with life as a whole. I’m almost always bored generally.
Me: Ah. Well, there is that, too. I… yeah, let’s just go with I know what you mean.
Dante: I hate the internet here, it keeps kicking me off and having me restart this computer over and over and over and over. Anyways yea, bored.:/
Me: yeah. I know. I don’t know why I haven’t dropped out of school yet. I really don’t.
Dante: Well your about done with a portion of it. No point stopping now at least.
Me: I know. That’s what I keep telling myself.
Dante: Besides its not THAT bad. . . .
Me: It IS.
Dante: lol I know. In my purest pessimistic form its a waste of time, energy, money and patience. The mere fact that you seem to be forced to do this to get anywhere in life, generally, is a good example of why I am so bored with this life, world in fact. Unless you are a genius, a prodigy, luck the fuck out or are born into riches you are a college student. For the general populous its college or dead end. YOUR saving grace is that if you had not gone to college you would probably never have met [the Boychik], I however have no such saving grace. College sucks.

Amen, and preach it!

How did I get here?

I have this sinking feeling that one of these days I am going to look back at this stage of my life and shake my head sadly at my collective… stupidity? Obnoxiousness? Incompetence? Oh, who knows.

I know that I have not done nearly as well in university as I did in high school. I am a little embarrassed about this, because I ROCKED high school. I graduated 23rd in my class (of 242… not excellent, but still well enough for me to be pleased with myself), earned a 1370 on the SAT and a 32 on the ACT, saw more than $100,000 in scholarship offers from five of the six universities that accepted me… Really, my high school career was almost impressive.

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