bohemia
i feel like such a slacker. [side note: anytime i ever hear the word 'slacker,' i automatically move into singing benny's line in 'rent,' about slackers, and then move into 'bohemia, bohemia.' isn't that weird?]
the summer semester is almost over. i have less than 2 weeks to finish. in fact, in exactly 2 weeks, i’ll get grades. and, they’re gonna be kickin’. this could be the first time ever in my life that i’d make dean’s list. and if it goes well, the way i’m thinking it will, i’ll be on president’s list. can i cut that out and put it on my wall forever? i think it would definitely deserve a frame. too bad that i waited so long to become studious… i wouldn’t have to work so hard on everything else to get into grad school.
washington, washington, you’re always on my mind… i’m coming to visit at the end of the month of august. i can’t wait.
my brain is fried from the week. and it hasn’t started. is it bad that as a 25 year old, i want to go to bed right now? at 8:30 p.m.? it gets more and more alluring the longer i sit at my computer. seriously…
because i have been a slacker from the month-long delay in post-age on here…
the date with the pilot was the worst thing ever. just information for all who wonder: don’t go out with a guy who is 10 years older, and seeming opposing views as your own. chances are, you’ll end up on a date where he forces natty-light on you, making you watch ‘lost in space’ reruns while he talks about his ex-girlfriend… but that’s only after he asks your political sidings, and proceeds to claim that he voted for bush because he was in the military.
i had a blast with the doctor. 
he’s a sweetheart. i’ll leave it there, as to hope to not jinx it more than i probably already have.
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