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Yes, so I am updating my journal. Uh...yes...here we are... So, my roomate and I signed a lease today! Very cool beans (I hope). Much as I disdain the idea of packing, I am going to have to begin immidiately. The notion of packing has never sat well with me. Boxes. Stuff. Too much stuff. I feel as though someone is pulling my hair out- Oh, wait- it's me! As I write, I am being bitchslapped by the frustrations of moving that plague my mind. Yes, bitchslapped. Remind me that I also need to figure out all my classes and financial aid B.S. and figure out what I'm supposed to be doing with my life. I remember back in the day... I believe a week or so ago... when I did nothing but work and piss my time away on my computer. Well, I still do the latter, but at this point in time I have no choice but to dive head first into the depths of madness. Not really. I'm just being a little dramatic because I feel a little overwhelmed. Strange, isn't it? Oh well. I'll get over it. There are starving children in the world. My problems are merely for the birds!
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(that was sarcasm, by the way)