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| Well, I think that I'm going to be shutting down my Xanga blog.
It has come to my attention that my personal thoughts are being read by
people that I didn't necessarily think would follow this thing along.
I do need some privacy and some personal space. Sometimes, that
means that I need to have a place of my own where people can't read my
thoughts. I guess this is my own fault for making an online
diary. It's sad though.... I've been on this thing for over 2
years.
I'm graduating from college on Sunday... Maybe this is just another part of growing up....
Gimme a few days to think about it... Then we'll see what I do.
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| Alright... so here is where I am. It's almost 7:30 in
the morning and I'm sitting here working on my senior project.
I'm pretty proud of this little piece of paper. My professor
graded my draft with a B and gave me a few "suggestions".
Tell me, why the hell would you give me a B and then tell me to change
the whole damn paper. I'm really not sure what she wants.
Totally confused!!!! She's like this is nice and this is nice and
this is nice.... btw, I think you should do THIS. Hey, I
love suggestions..... when they make sense.
So, the question is: If I got a B on my draft, how much will my grade
change if I don't use all of her suggestions? Don't get me
wrong, I am going to go through and change the structuring a bit to
help myself out. I have no doubt that I could probably make the
argument better and fix/remove some of the fluff.
Anyway, I just think it's funny; because, you should hear these women
teach. They are awesome ladies who know how to bullshit far
better than I could. Maybe that is the key to being
successful. Bullshit your way through everything.
*shrug* They're administrators and professors, maybe it's what
they have to do.
Anyway... back to figuring out what to do with this paper. 
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| Saturday & Sunday
Sick + Drinking = Pukey Pukey
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| Mary by Saving Jane
Little Miss Mary Sunshine had a bad day
She says it’s overrated, living this way
She took her hair down, left her sweater on the floor
She’s not a nice girl anymore
She says I won’t apologize
Stand up girls, and dry your eyes
And I’ll see you on the other side of good
Where we sing
She paints her fingernails in black, she’s on the run
On the wrong side of the tracks where life is fun
Points a finger, but there’s nobody to blame
All the people in her memory look the same
She says I won’t apologize
Stand up girls, and dry your eyes
And I’ll see you on the other side of good
Everybody’s favorite girl
Doesn’t fake it anymore
I’m okay with who I am today
Everybody’s gotta change
I’m just doing what I can
Could you love me anyway?
She says I won’t apologize
Stand up girls, and dry your eyes
And I’ll see you on the other side of good
Little Miss Mary Sunshine had a bad day
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| Needless to say, today hasn't been the greatest. I'm amazed at
how the last two birthdays have rivaled each other in terms of how bad
they have been.
I've had hmmm... maybe 3 hours of sleep. I was up most of last night writing my senior project.
My parents bailed on birthday dinner with me.... I call them up
and say... "Hey, what's going on?" Dad says "I'm making
dinner." Ummm... "I thought that we were meeting up for
dinner." He says, "Oh, let me talk to your mom."
Yeah.... they didn't come.
So.... I called Elizabeth, cried for a little while.... And
she decided to meet up with me in Carmel for dinner and a nice
talk. I love her.
Havn't talked to him in a week...
Not even my parents told me Happy Birthday... Sterling didn't even call...
However.... to be positive, Emily did text message me Birthday "balls".
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