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Thursday, October 5th, 2006
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3:11 pm - I could be face first on the pavement and I wouldn't even know it.
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Do you ever get so out of it when you're walking or driving that you have no idea how you got into the next lane? Or you're so used to walking to and from class that you end up at a certain point on your walk and wonder when you got there. I'll be walking back from class and right after I cross the street for the first time I wonder when I got there. I'm so out of it that I could be face first on the pavement and I wouldn't even know it. I get so comfortable in my routine of walking back and forth that I lose myself too often. I used to blame this on a lack of sleep but I sleep...a lot now. I get plenty of sleep thanks to there being nothing to do here but get my work done and then sit around. Every day is so much like the next that I forget whether or not I've done things that I do every day. I can't remember because they run together. Just now I was about to take a vitamin but I couldn't remember if I'd already taken one today. I think I did...but it could have been yesterday for all I know.
I'm gonna go fill my brain with more stuff to pass of then forget.
P.S. I'm sick of hearing soap operas from next door. I can hardly concentrate on anything. I DO NOT CARE whose baby it is, whether or not she's going to stay with her husband or just get a divorce and bang the guy she's already banging.
Seriously...turn that shit off.
current mood:  numb
current music: SOAP OPERAS NEXT DOOR.
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| Monday, September 25th, 2006
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6:03 pm - 2 years later...
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So I noticed that the dates on all of my previous entries were very wrong....so I deleted them. I'm starting over.
So when I started this I was in my junior year of High School, now I'm a freshman in college. Funny how all of this stuff works out. Liz found her old livejournal which made me want to see what was going on with mine.
I've changed a lot since then, even my writing style has changed...(excluding the constant use of ellipses)...I think now I try less to be funny when I write...which might make it more funny because trying to be funny just isn't funny.
So yeah, college, life. The story of everything, where do I start?
I don't deserve all that I have. I'm am the luckiest girl alive.
So back to college, I'm a theatre major just like I said I'd be. I'm rooming with Liz just like I said I'd be.
Our suitemates are annoying as anything. The one that's there all the time is constantly watching soap operas. So that's all we hear all day. So now in some sort of epic battle we're watching our TV much louder than necessary. Yet still I can hear too many parts of whatever she's watching right now. What a whore, she's in the shower but has for whatever reason left her stupid TV show on.
So giant history mid-term on Wednesday, and a scene from All My Sons...I have no idea, she didn't really say.
So I'm gonna go study...
BYE
(What does the bubble that pops up over the kitty say? Does hand over mouth show hunger? I'm thinking more nausea...)
current mood:  hungry
current music: King of the Hill is on
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