Blech.

I should go to bed, but I don’t want to. I have to go to school tomorrow. I’m tired of school,  but mostly I’m tired of my writing class. The class is just fucking ridiculous. It’s about a month until the quarter is over. Then I’ll have three weeks off and it’ll start all over again with a different set of classes. I’m not sure what classes I’m going to take or how many credits I’m going to take. It’s all up in the air, I hate it. What I hate even more is financial aid! I’m still trying to get it figured out. If i don’t get it figured out by November 21st than I won’t get to sign up for classes which means I probably won’t get into the classes I want to.

“i strongly dislike talking to people when theyre not actually there.” Whatever! I’m sorry I didn’t have anything to say! Urghhhh.

I shouldn’t have eaten those cookies. I feel sick now. blech.

I’m still having that I randomly want to cry for no forseeable issue. It’s not good. No good. No no no.

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