Whenever we arrive at some impasse in a campaign, Sean (our campus’ organizer) will say, “Well, we can quit, or we can work really hard to get this thing done.”  Of course, because I feel whatever we may be working on is important, I’ll go with the later.
When it’s something personal though, I ask myself [...]

Apparently, the fine folks at EOP&S don’t have me in their system, which means I got here early for nothing.  Not just that, I can’t even make an appointment for my (required) counselor visits.
Also that I’ll be making mildly angry calls for like the rest of the week.
In other news, bacon.

(Just off the bat, I don’t meant to be cryptic at first, but succinct.)
I don’t like the quiet. It lets me think of her… or the myriad other things I regret.
That’s really as both profound and lacking in angst as you’re going to get out of me, sorry. Anyway, I’d update more, but I’m horrendously [...]

And hopefully my desire for analytical writing (about things that are fun, term paper subjects can die in grease fires for a few months) can return. Right now, I just want to listen some Nightwish (Who are playing at two local House of Blues late this year, well… the sort of local one in Hollywood [...]

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