Hey...I suddenly remembered I had this journal thing....

[daytripper2006]

So. Sophomore year. Huzzah.

I am, of course, sick. It happens every time I begin a school year of any sort. I just kind of accept that it's going to happen every year. Whatever.

Other than feeling a little out of it, things are lovely. I adore my roommate.  Nothing against Maggie or anything, but I like this situation a lot better than last year. I

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[tophergopher500]

Is this Lankford's son to whom you are referring?

Also, adulthood? I hear ya. I'm not even going to be able to choose a major at the end of this year and I can't cook or even prepare anything other than ham sandwiches and cold cereal for myself. What am I going to do when the real world comes along? Sigh ...

[sgtscruffy]

Dude, you NEED to hook up with Lankford's son. If he's anything like Lankford, you'd hear "You're beautiful!" very often.

On second thought, I'm going to date him. You stay away.

[sgtscruffy]

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