I'm hoping with chance...

you might take this dance(?!)

On the bright side...

My nose has morphed into a faucet.

No, actually I do not understand...

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His loss, honey - you keep hangin' in there!

Oh, Mom.

Boy....

So I've blown it again. You are you and I am me, and we are not at all alike.

2000 miles away and I can't draw you in. I'm sorry. My mistake. It's weird that I should have liked you as much as I did, having not known you at all.

But I guess that's not so unusual for me.

Recently

I don't know what to do with myself.







....stop moping around.

Cheer up, sport...

I remember reading about this in my social psych textbook: when you think one way and assume that everyone else is thinking the same thing.

Here I am, back at school again, and doing the same thing as I did last year. Being sad, not focusing, blah blah blah blah blah. Not good.

Found my old WWU essay on turnitin.com.

Pretty good, I think.