The world seems so much brighter on this side of the MCAT. Last night I got shitty, and it was great fun. Then I had pizza. Everything seems a bit more accessible, people are nicer (or at least a bit more fun), and all the packages I was waiting for in the mail came! This means it is time to order more HA HA HA. That's all for meow
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I think I am just going to bring a taser with me to the MCAT so that every time I get tired of answering questions, I'll just shock myself back to my senses. Jesus.
I write to you, fair audience, from my home in Marietta on this first evening of June. I come fresh from two hours of driving and two hours more of a gathering at the Greek Orthodox church in East Cobb. The new priest, whose name I will not attempt to spell, fostered a conversation about the trials of college life over free pizza. While several
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I am many things, and most of them are almost-but-not-quite in a way which people seem to forget when they reassure me that I do not need to be self-conscious about the many things about which I fret.
I saw my boyfriend for the first time in almost two weeks yesterday. This was because I spent the last 10 days touring Italy with Emory's Concert
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I had no idea that finals could be so little fun. Luckily, this is the last semester for a year that I must necessarily have more than one science final. Yay for looming senior year!
I begin to suspect suddenly that I will make it out of here in no less than a mere 2 or 3 pieces. Nice!
In other news, it is my 2-year anniversary with A. Ross. Celebrations postponed until this weekend, during formal. Nice hotel room, alcohol, friends, a sexy dress, and a pretty boy at my disposal. What else could I ask for?