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Tuesday, August 24, 2004
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$9.95

They say that college is a chance for you to rely less on your parents and fend for yourself. Well, whoever "they" is surely must not have been thinking of me. I've always done my homework as soon as I got home without being told. I wake myself up in the morning and hardly ever sleep in. In reality the whole living part of college is not much different for me than life was before. I've always taken care of myself and always will, however, this is the first time in at least five years that I haven't had a job. This is very distressing during the many times I think of something I need for school or when I want to buy lots of plants and a lamp for my living room. I'm not sure how I'm expected to pay my for my gas and insurance.

I'm sure there is a vast amount of avalible jobs, be they good or not, right here in Conway, but where does one find time for a job. Being a music major is like having a full-time job. I've even added jazz band to my list of many classes and ensembles for which I must practice. I guess I fit the part of the poor musician, no matter how good or bad I might be. It seems eRIc now has a cool job...and a bike. Now I'm wondering why I haven't seen eRIc at school any. I mean really, he lives right across the street from me. I'm sure now he thinks he doesn't have to attend biology because he has farsheshe resources...and college becomes just like high school.

I promise soon I will stop ranting about college. Then I will rant about politics. The number of Kerry fans continues to grow by the tree-hugging minute, and people keep trying to get me to sign petitions about legalizing marijuana (not sure yet how I feel about that subject, so don't assume anything). I hate it when they ask you twice in a matter of five minutes because they have no idea who they've already asked, but of course then it's fun to tell them that you've already been asked and act perfectly disgusted with them. Sometimes people just need to feel as incompetent as they really are...That's it...

needing a kitty,
seashell

P.S. I can count to purple backwards.


 
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