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Slept in. Turned off my phone. Figured out most of my classes for the semester. Went on a run...excersice? Read a decent section of a book. And successfully slipped into REM mode for a couple hours. I really needed a Susan day. I'm also just excited because I'm sitting here thinking of every single possible combination of classes for this year. But I'm torn between Physics and Russian. How is that possible? Other than that, it's a solid chem-like class (Honors of Orgo...Orgo or Psyc), Calc, Ballroom, and, quite possibly, Non-western musical traditions and American Health Care. Mm. I'm too excited.
And this strange hole in my chest that shows up every time a social meltdown in my brain. Delicious. I need to leave before I bring everyone down too far. That's sort of why I get so excited about going. Because I'll only have to focus on school for a couple months because there won't be anything else to do, nothing else to maintain but GPA and time management. I mean. I think it's a fair idea. Integrals make me feel better usually. They shouldn't.
Meh. I don't like hot and sticky very much. It makes me question the validity of clothing. Summer's silly. I want saltwater in my hair and a terrible sunburn. I was to nearly collapse from hiking or walking too long. I want to sleep and breathe. Mm.
Like...I really enjoy dancing. And I wish I could do it more. I'm just such an awkward little dance kid, I don't know what to do with myself. I just want to do silly things with my feet. I'm very happy I took a class again. It feels really nice, just throwing yourself, in every acceptable which way. I don't know. I just like dancing. Off to the bank and to try to start a long process of room cleaning and laundering neglected clothing. Fabulous.
It's just a funny feeling.
I need Chemistry and thank you notes. And a decent amount of sleep. I shouldn't be this excited for sleep or the opportunity to play the piano. Mm, but I am. :) Then the last weekend of high school related homework. For the win!
"Twisted up minds, tangled up sheets." And, this calls for some piano and a packet of integration problems. Sweet deal. |
