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    :: Sunday, February 05, 2006 ::

    What should I do with this blog...hmm...

    I can't just delete it. Too much stuff. Speaking of which, it has a birthday coming up sometime this month. Three years old, I believe. Maybe four...? No, definitely three.

    I think an English-French double major would be really cool if I don't get into NCSA. Ugh, I wish they'd send me something.

    I feel like the experience of reading a book has been kind of tainted because of AP classes and college English classes. I can't just enjoy a book anymore, I spend too much time internally analyzing it. I'm trying to read one non-required school book each month. I'm almost done with Blood Meridian, and I picked up a copy of In Cold Blood for February. After that...who knows.

    I can't believe that this semester will be over in less than three months. It seems so short when you put it in those terms. I can't believe it's been a month, too. It feels like it was just the first day of classes. I was looking at the reading schedule for one of my English classes today and they had it mapped out numerically by weeks, and it's so surreal to think that there's fourteen weeks this semester, and only nine are left right now.

    I've been a little down lately, but I think it's just a phase, kind of realizing that it's true what they say about your high school friends when you go to college. It's just a little sad, that these people who I spent so much time with, I don't really talk to them all that much anymore. I talk with Heidi and Liz on a regular basis, Graeson every once in a while, same with Simon, I've talked with Andrew a couple of times, Page a few times, but...I don't know. I don't make friends easily and so it's a little sad to see friendships that I did make start to slip away. But that's part of college and I have met some awesome people down here.

    It's also incredibly disheartening to want something so badly and know that there is no way that it's feasibly going to happen for a long, long time.

    And my vote for the most disappointing thing ever is when you want sushi sooo badly, but when you finally get it, it's just not good. That was such a disappointing lunch today.

    Okay, that's all. No one read this! Woo! If you feel like commenting, I refer you to my Guestbook. I doubt I'll regularly update this thing enough to make it worth my while to go hunt down some way to put comments on this thing.

    :: Nick Sunday, February 05, 2006 [+] ::
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