Alexis (enamoring) wrote,

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Maybe this year will be better than the last.

Have you ever had one of those moments where someone had their back turned, so you thought you might sneak an extra cookie or two out of that jar, only to pull your hand out and find a creepy crawly type item loitering on the bottom? Karma.
*looks around* No more LJ-post stalking.
I've just read something that has managed to ruin my day, through no fault of anyone else's, but now I've got one more thing to concern myself with. But I shouldn't be concerned. Because that shouldn't matter to me. I have my own life, my own worries, and my own responsibilities. That shouldn't hurt me, that shouldn't upset me. And it bugs me even more that it is. I should be done. I should be seriously done with all of this. And yet, I'm not. I worry and concern myself with something that no longer involves me, and probably never will again, unless, I don't know, some weird twist comes up. If I've learned nothing over the last year, I've learned that anything can really happen. And anything usually does. I can't think about this anymore right now. LJ makes me sick.
It makes me sick.

So, in other, less cryptic news, I have to finish Candide for French Lit in like three hours. I don't want to go, but I don't want a nasty email from her either. And I need to find out what's on the final. After which, I'm going to the bank. Various tickets and items of that sort are going to be purchased today. My dad can't give me as much as I hoped.
Also, I might/probably will quit my job. It's not worth it. It's not worth it at all. And thus, I'm probably leaving campus on December 17th. And..I switched. I'm now a comp sci major. I realized that I should major in something I actually like, and care about. With my schedule next semester, I have absolutely ZERO papers to write. Unless you count lab reports. Damn.

For today, then, I have Candide to read, French Lit to attend (which I might walk out of, after we finish discussing the final, because I have places to go), the bank, I have to find the book (somewhere around here) for Philosophy, and write that paper. I should probably shower. And I have to clean my room. Actually, right now, I'd love a cup of coffee. Diet Coke. It's too early for that. Who am I kidding? It's never too early for Diet Coke. But yeah. A lot to do.

I already feel a lot better.
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