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I got a letter from Hudson telling me thank you for enrolling in the Spring semester.
Spring? What? That isnt what I was told...
If I cant get it changed, I have lotsa 'splaining to do to my uncle. *sighs*
Sometimes, I randomly wonder about Gerry, wondering how he is doing now. I still have his e-mail that he sent me a little over a year ago. Heh.
I swear, I hope that never ever happends again. *shakes head*
Most of the time, especially of late, I feel that I am dirty, tainted, disgusting. I have taken so many showers to wash this ugly feeling away, and I cant. I scrub so hard, and it just wont go away *cries*
I feel covered in it, but I know it origins from inside somewhere. I dont know how, especially now, how to deal with this. I hate this, I really do. I hate feeling so dirty, so disgusting, so ugly inside. It's not my fault, but I need to pull myself together. *curls up and cries*
*scolds herself*
*cough* ON TO HAPPIER THINGS!
I was finally able to mail my other package today! *smiles*
Aleia: *hands package through window*
Postal worker: *picks up package, then promptly drops it*
Aleia: ;;;
Postal worker: Goodness! *picks it up*
Postal worker: *drops it again*
Aleia: *wonders if it will make it out of the post office, let alone get to where it needs to..*
*laughs* Oh well. Whatever happends happends.
I am in desperate need of a destresser. Or something. Maybe a giant tranquilizer! =D
Kidding, kidding.
Or not. <.<;;
Did you know:
A pigeon's feathers are heavier than it's bones.
The average person spends 2 weeks over their lifetime waiting for a traffic light to change.
Unless you are Charlie's brother, who rather startled me with his philosophy of "No cop, no stop."
Aleia: =O
Or if you live where I live, with intersections composed of 5 or more different roads, than it might be more than a silly two weeks. ^_~
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