This last week of classes is going like hell.
But then there will be no more classes.
And then my freshman year of college will be over.
And I'll have to go back to Massachusetts. For three whole months.

Holy shit.

I have a drawing portfolio due Tuesday, and a writing portfolio plus a linguistics project due Thursday.

But that's not stopping me from dancing in Las Vegas this weekend.

Ugh, I hate my roommate.
Never again will I be able to enjoy the smell of cotton candy.

I like the word interlocutor. But not as much as perfunctory.

I want to become Brazilian again. I think that would be wonderful.

I hate my writing class. I don't want to be an english major anymore.

I needed a tie-breaker question at the end. Guess I'm a little too much of everything.


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I had a really terrible dream last night. And it's kind of ruining my whole day.

You'd think that because I paint and draw pretty well, I'd be good at painting my own nails.

wrong.

Why is this always so HARD???

I have to make a choice.
Either I can have free time and money this semester, or I can sell my soul to dance.

Free time. Money.

Dance.

. . . . . . . . . .

Who am I kidding?!

If you want to hang out with me this year, come find me on the dance floor.