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    :: Saturday, April 01, 2006 ::

    Apparently I'm getting back into updating this thing. *Shrug*

    Uh...I don't know. my mom and a friend of hers are in Charleston this weekend because of this annual bridge run they do every year. So I've been out with them mostly, which isn't that bad. It's means a free dinner that isn't the cafeteria, and I certainly don't mind that. I can't believe that I have four weeks until I'm done. And just three weeks until exams! That's even more insane. This semester flew by, didn't feel near as long as first semester felt.

    I've been having some really weird dreams lately. One involved someone sucking on my stomach, and in another, it was like I was awake and lying in bed, trying to move but no matter how hard I tried to get my legs to move, I just couldn't get them to move, and my eyes kept rolling into the back of my head and...ugh. It was weird.

    I'll have been single for two years in a few days. Sometime between April 3rd and 5th. I think. Sometime this week. Kind of depressing. Okay, extremely depressing. Ugh, Blogger has some malfunction going on because it's like, every five seconds, itthe cursor stops moving and then it inputs everything I've typed. Kind of annoying. It's probably my computer, actually. Uh, anyways. Single. Yep. And, need we mention completely devoid of any human contact (Physical, that is) for about a year and a half? I'd like the chew my arm off. It's one thing to have never done anything and want to do something, it's another to have and then be cut off from it. IT SUCKS. THAT'S WHAT I'M GETTING AT. That relationship was such a sham, anyways. I mean, juniors in high school, it never could have amounted to anything. Looking back, I'm just not sure why I got so invested. Not saying it wasn't worth it, but I should have just treated it like a high school relationship- Someone nice to hang out with and occasionally make out. I'd like a real relationship.

    Okay, that's all. Just a bit tired. And hot. It is damn hot in this dorm. And I have a psych test on Monday I need to study for. And that's all. And my iTunes random function is playing the same songs over and over and it's kind of getting annoying.

    :: Nick Saturday, April 01, 2006 [+] ::
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