I desperately want this term to start off brilliantly. Grand Plans have been dreamed up, mistakes that had marred previous semesters vowed never to be repeated. Etcetera. The actual results, of course, are disappointing, to put it mildly. And it's only - what? - the first day of term. Brilliant.
We can never cease to be ourselves. Indeed. It's like a terminal disease, being myself, although I don't fancy the cure.
words were spilled on Tuesday, September 05, 2006
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i think fatigue and pms had something to do with it. plus the natural stress of having to keep up appearances in a foreign environment i've never felt socially comfortable in. and a bunch of other things. i think work is the only thing that keeps me sane. at least i'm good at being a nerd.
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