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Missed my final.

Swear to god it was supposed to be at 1:30. I go to the room and there’s no one there for half an hour. And there’s no one in any other room that it could have been in, including a room in another building where we took our midterms.

Sent an email to my prof, but I’m flat-out fucked. There’s no way he’s going to let someone take the final late, especially someone who went to lecture maybe twice. 

Thank god I took it pass/fail. 

Sleep really is a wonderful thing.

I felt so shitty last night for a number of reasons, but after having slept for 10 hours I just feel so much better.

Now it’s time to cram for my Astronomy final and hope to god I pass that damn class.

Classes are done for the year.

Now just one final in between me and the end of my freshman year of college.

Holy shit.

So crying would be really awesome right now, but my roommate won’t leave. 

Registering for fall classes in half an hour.

Does anyone else get such bad anxiety when they pick out classes? What if the class I want is full? What classes do I even want to take? What if I hate it and end up dropping then what do I take? Are the people in the class going to be stupid? Will I like the prof? 

So stressed right now.

I love college.

Sitting in friend’s dorm, Juno’s playing in the background.

And we’re all on Tumblr.

I miss painting. I wish I could actually get into an art class at the U without being an art major. =/

I think I’m ready to go home now.

And by home I mean college.

Being home (real home) has been great, but I’m ready to go back. I miss my friends up there. I’m happier there. I’m just in a better state of mind when I’m not in Northfield.

But again, it’s been good to be back for a couple days. Getting to see some old friends and teachers has been really awesome.

Blaaaaaaaaahhhhh

I don’t want to write this paper. I don’t believe the argument my thesis is making but I am completely out of ideas. I would so much rather be with really awesome people instead of staying in my room like a fucking hermit. 

I love my neighbors to death.

But the dance party across the hall is seriously interfering with the whole sleep thing. I have to get up and go to work tomorrow and then go home for a funeral, and my stomach is being a bitch anyway and I’m just not in a good mood. 

But telling them to shut up makes me a giant bitch because there’s no way I’d be able to be nice about it right now. Maybe I’ll go sleep in Connor or Paul’s room or something.

Yes, I am drinking yesterday’s cold coffee out of yesterday’s mug.

No, I do not regret anything.

Just got back from orientation.

Got my student Id and registered for classes. For fall semester I’m taking:

• Intro to Psych
• Intro to Shakespeare
• Human Evolution
• Italian

I’m so pumped.

Got an email from a potential roommate next year. The whole idea that I’m actually going to college is being solidified in my head and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. Ever.

University of Minnesota housing information. 

I love my new school. =]