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It looks as though I may be coming home this summer after all.

For good.

School no longer interests me. Nor does socializing, not that I did much of that. Not even work makes staying here worth it ( Read more... )

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So, I'm back in Alabama after a short, unannounced visit to Mandeville. Sorry to those of you in Baton Rouge. I would have visited had I had the time. While I'm sad that I didn't get to see you kids this time, I'm planning another visit in early March. We shall frolic then, eh ( Read more... )

I had a meeting with my Calculus II professor this afternoon. I have a test tomorrow that I'm worried sick over, and he did a lot to calm my nerves. I strutted out of his office, my ego duly stroked after he made the comment, "I don't know why you're worried; you seem to have a grasp on the material." I was floating on a cloud ( Read more... )

...are, all too often, so painfully wrong ( Read more... )

I started my first shift at the pizzeria today. It was hectic, to say the least. The phones and the counter would be dead for nearly half an hour, and then they'd blaze up like crazy. I am so frazzled from trying to remember all the menu codes and prices (because this place is an independent joint, there is no fancy-schmancy computer system.; ( Read more... )

Argh. Adam's back. And despite the fact that I have gotten over any and all attraction to him, he can still talk me into doing the crappiest things. This time it's surveying a list of colleges and universities in the South about their Hispanic student populations. I feel like I got hosed. He also just called to "check up" on me and tell me that he ( Read more... )

I have no soul.

I know this because the automatic door at the grocery store told me so.

When it refused to open.