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I know exactly who I get my negativity from...

If I have children, I will never discuss money issues around them. Never. I'm eternally pessimistic because that's all she ever does... and I can't be like that. I won't.

Guilt...? Maybe. Only a little, though.

Three quizzes this week that I was completely unaware of until today.

Great.

This electric blanket is almost fooling me into thinking that someone is here with me, keeping me warm. Ha, yeah right.


I can hardly stand to be left alone with my thoughts anymore.

Having the hardest time focusing today, or getting anywhere near it.

Four tests this week. Two big homework assignments due. Lab Report. Then, six additional finals following, in the first two weeks of December.

Fuck. This.

God. Damn.

I'm so frustrated. Fuck text messages.

This morning, I woke up feeling the last emotion from my dream... feeling that one emotion as if it were the only thing I could feel. So strange.

For some reason, I made an effort to be pretty today. I put on makeup and took the time to coordinate. Why, and for whom? The overwhelming amount of people trying to make plans with me? Oh yeah, that'd be zero.

I saw you again; what are the chances? After a year of wishing I had found the courage to get to know you, I've now unexpectedly run into you... twice. Twice! Why haven't I asked you if we could grab coffee or something? Given you my phone number? Anything? There's something about you that has kept me curious for this long, and yet I still don't know you.

Sometimes, I really don't like me.

It's been a completely sleepless weekend, but I'm so glad you're okay. I know that you would do the same for me without hesitation.

I suppose everyone is an elitist about something.

I've found that when I see someone I'm attracted to, my left hand almost always reaches up to my left ear. It's like an automatic thing. How... strange.

I do wonder who you are, though. You have a very friendly smile.

My major is the least appreciated engineering major... and my pay grade, despite how grateful I am for it, will always be less than that of an electrical, or chemical, or pretty much any other engineering major. It's pretty depressing.

I'm going to try to do nothing but school work and look forward to Harry Potter for the next few days. That's how empty my life feels right now.

Literally 90% of the things I say are misinterpreted. Am I really this awful at communicating?

Ha. Everyone bailed. Guess I'm not surprised.

I wish you could be here. I really miss you more than I'm comfortable with.

... it's absurd how many people these two sentences apply to.

"All that time... wasted.
I wish I were a little more delicate."

Finally home. It was a quick and busy four days, but I had a good time. Hope something useful comes of it.

My brother and I just had a squabble immediately, though. ...but for the first time in years, maybe the first time ever... he said sorry. And he meant it.

Maybe things will get better.

Flight leaves in just over 12 hours. Excite.

Election day: the only day of the year when people shove their political beliefs down your throat.

Ah, if only. Nevertheless, it's beyond irritating.