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This is the end of the first section of my journal, more precisely the end of a seven year stretch. I had never the patience nor what I considered the talent to continually update my journal with any great value. Originally I had hoped to constantly update, and that fell by the wayside, then the journal became essentially a scrapbook and a base for ( Read more... )

Me: Good evening, Front Desk ( Read more... )

Well that explains a lot...

I just realized that when I leave this place, I am not taking a goddamn scrap of fabric with me.

During the course of half-assedly writing journals that I consider to be the worst assignment ever (It's blatantly obvious you don't care about my opinions prof) I found something extremely interesting ( Read more... )

I just saw a little boy cautiously carrying a bowl of fruit loops through the lobby, constantly looking over his shoulder as if someone was about to steal them. That made my night.

Avoided doing any of the 18 pages of journals due one week from today that I haven't even started. Apparently you can waste obscene amounts of time on the internet. Who knew ( Read more... )