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So, as per usual, things are rarely as bad as they seem at first. But the damn cat won't stop knocking books of the shelf...

Hawaii in one week. God, how I love Hawaii. It's more than a beach and pineapple; it's really the type of place that tends to rest the soul. Maybe I'll return in better spirits. Not that my spirits are bad right now, mind you--but they are stressed and dangerously close to apathy. My spirits need a rest.


Back to school on Monday. Why would I do this to myself? Cue repeated chanting of mantra: "Degrees finished sooner. Degrees finished sooner..." And now, the expression of slightly bored interest I will be sporting frequently come Monday at 9:


Also, I've begun receiving all the shit I've been purchasing during repeated online shopping binges. A new vice, apparently. But I do so love getting packages, especially when they're filled with lingerie (another addiction). And these purchases have provided immense inspiration for--you guessed it--my debut set as a Suicide Girl. Any Motorhead fans out there? That's what I thought. It's in the works, people. Brace yourselves.

sweet dreams.