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I thought I'd break the silence on this page. Either all of our lives are far too simple and easy or we've all seemed to find another outlet for our pent up frustrations.

As for me and mine? I'm not sure. Probably the other outlet option.

Nonetheless, here's for hoping our lives are great enough that we don't need to vent.

...just had a thought... we may not be venting because we're not in school currently...

Ps. After reading through the Labels for previous posts I think I may be way out of my league on this site, being the only male writer.

sniff, sniff, sneeze

Allergy season is here.

I wish I could take a sick day from the outdoors.

Just when it finally gets nice outside...I can't stop sneezing.

boo. boo. boo.

this morning I woke up and cursed the sky

It's snowing.

It's almost June.

It's supposed to be spring.

Boo. boo. boo.

Why, Utah, why?!?!?!

tick tick tick

I'm stressed.

(Not angry, mind you, just stressed).

And I'm not even really stressed about school. I'm stressed about moving and responsibility and projects and things I want to accomplish outside of school.

And all of this is made worse by the fact that my room is a disaster.

But I'm moving on Thursday. And I'm going to try and not take my messes with me.

Here's to fresh starts and clean carpet.

why do i keep caring?!

When I was in pre-calculus, I would draw doodles of my textbook dying in various ways: stabbed by a knife, lit on fire, drowning.

That was nothing compared to what I'd like to do to 391.....

......I hate it more than physics.

There, I said it.

I didn't think it was possible, but boy, a semester of no sleep and far too much Benson face time proved me so, so, so wrong.

Get me out of here!

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.

When it rains it pours

Okay... so... I just need a hug... from anyone... please...