I've been denied to two of the five places I've applied to this summer and I havne't heard back from any one this summer.

Guess that means my plans will probably consist of ORganic Chem 2 or Physics 1.
Wahoo.

My night was going really fucking well until I was told I was incapable of feeling human emotion, shut off, and an android. So what the fuck does that mean, you want to know all the crap of my life and why exactly I choose not to talk about it?

Fine.

Yo.
Remember how about two years back, while in Borders, we discovered a music group named Enigma while uh, working on...Enigma.

It get's crazier!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carly's_Song

tehee.
Is that awesome? Yes.
Is Enigma music probably horrifically awful? Yes.

And on Wednesday evening, I'll be gone.

Holy earthquakes Batman!

A 3.7 (1 second of little-moderate) shake coming out from Berkeley for the second time in two nights. Check the United States Geological Survey to see for yourself.

Woo!

EDIT: Also. Pad Thai equals Food poisoning.

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BEST THING YOU EVER DID

BIGGEST REGRET

BEST FEELING

WORST FEELING

BEST MEMORY WITHIN THE LAST MONTH

WITHIN THE LAST SIX MONTHS

LAST TWO YEARS

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Everything I say keeps on coming out as stupid or wrong.

Goddamnfuckitall
It only took two words to ruin an otherwise perfect night.

This weekend was actually pretty awesome, and in good equilibrium to the week that preceded it. That is all. I am showered.

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