*sigh* Weekends. I wanna go home for, like, a month, and then start all over again. First semester is trying to eat me, and I think it just may succeed
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I am so fucking tired of feeling like I'm going to die.
Chris Pronger is stupid; I wanted to see a shootout. Still, it was nice to see hockey again. The Red Wings are really scary good. I approve, Mr. Babcock. I approve.
Karon left me chocolates and a card for my birthday. The card says that God loves me, but the chocolates are good, so it all works out in the end
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People keep pursuing conversation with me, and while it's always pleasant, I can't help but feel worried that I'm supposed to know them, because they look familiar, and seem to know me
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