| Body of a Star ( @ 2009-04-27 19:22:00 |
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Hishaburi
Hmm, Shannon's right. I'm simply an imaginary friend. Put me in Foster's.. >>
I've been meaning to update for so long, but the intentions have been buried by work and reports, small life dramas, naturally Atlantica, and a few new friends. :D I write my entries on paper during classes and that's where their journey ends. My bag is filled with scraps as proof.
My school has reached its breaking point. Our student body has nothing to do except die and experience extreme violence this semester. Four (or five) deaths, including homicide, armed hostage, robbers, break-in to residence houses, police beatings, fires, stabbings, rape. Go UHA! =__= Spring Fling was this weekend. A yearly celebration into a mass spring break-esque orgy of hysteria. It's rather fun. Didn't enjoy myself as much as I would've liked, but fun none the less.
My classes end in a week or so, a few finals lefts, and I have my usual job waiting for me at St. John's. I'm going to see how my parents react to the idea of buying my car now for my 21st birthday. If a concert was coming up soon, this summer would be looking rather fun.
And now for the obligatory angst. I'm writing this paragraph for my own benefit. So I don't forget what happened. Ray visited last week and I'm glad because I can move on after seeing he's a whole new person now and nothing real was ever there. The disppointment hurts, but I'd always rather know.
On happier notes, HOW'S EVERYONE?