This semester is going to completely eat my lunch. More so than I had originally thought. For Spanish I have journals twice weekly and 2 hour homework assignments every night. For Brit Lit I have journals, and for nonfiction and for senior seminar. I'm sorry guys, I just don't have that much to say. It may seem like it, but that's because I talk in circles and I've heard tell professors don't like that very much.
I'm also very lonely. I don't understand why people won't talk to me. Is there something perpetually in my teeth? Do I smell funny?
On top of all that, my key broke in my apartment door last night and I had to stand outside in the nine degree weather wearing Chucks. Cold goes right through that little bit of rubber. I went to some friends' house until the fix-it guy came to open our door and felt like I probably shouldn't have been there.
Everything is kind of miserable right about now. I just want to graduate. I don't care if I'm wishing my life away. I've done this since I was little and it's served me just fine.
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