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I've decided to create a new journal.
One where I don't have people I don't know on it.
I've already added everyone I know personally.
If for some reason I forgot you, let me know.
I'm sorry, the way things are now just started to seem stupid to me.
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A somewhat regular customer at 9:30 this morning:
"You're always smiling. What are you, nineteen?"
-"Seventeen."
"Ah, well, you've got everything to smile about."
That has to be one of the greatest things said to me in a very long time.
And he's absolutely right.
This morning I woke up to my mother bitching about how I'll never succeed in college.
I went into work and found out I'm only working five hours next week.
I'm currently in search of a new job.
If you know of somewhere, let me know.
Now, I'm home and quite tired.
But my hair is wet so I don't think a nap would be wise.
I'd really like to finish my UNH application this weekend.
I must.
Also,
I'm determined to become fluent in French.
I'm starting by watching the Dead Poets Society DVD over and over with the French language track.
O capitaine, mon capitaine!
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I feel good.
Really good.
I mean really, really good.
My paper is in. Done. Out of my life. For good.
It is Friday.
Bob Barker is very much alive.
I've found myself laughing more than usual today.
Now, I'm off to Algebra.
Then, the weekend.
Hooray.
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Small victories.
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