There is (no) beauty in the breakdown

Maybe I'm just an idiot.

Or maybe the Periodicals Section of the library is really as confusing as it seems.

I swear I looked in the right section (AP 63 . C6697 Bry7QN E=mc{squared}).

Three times.

Dewey would not be proud.

Not at all.

And of course I would be doing this at 10:30 at night, when there are no kind attendants to help me find what I'm looking for.

Not their fault. Mine for procrastinating everything in life.

Goodbye my darling bed. It looks like we wont' be seeing each other for about 4 days.

Utah winter is...

dangerous

cold

slushy

annoying

inconvenient

frustrating

ridiculous

monotonous

only pretty the first day when you are inside

endless

really sucky.

Hold on, if you feel like letting go.

We're all thinking it, so I'm just going to say it:

I hate finals.

My brain is turning to mush.

While walking to the RB to practice Rumba, by myself:

I stepped in a huge puddle and got my right foot soaked.
I realized I forgot music to dance to, so I'll look really cool...dancing my myself..to the music in my head.


And then I got sprayed with snow/slush/rain/mud/vomit from the sky by a DUMB car that drove by.



GRRR.

T freaking d. Should've known.

I would just like to feel vindicated on the choice of my major.

And know that there is a subject out there that I could actually do well enough in to go to grad school.

That's all.


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