Yeah, it’s true: this whole semester, I’ve done hardly anything. Sure… there are maybe bi-weekly government assignments, and response papers, various studying for sporadic tests… but nothing clumps together except once or twice before. Well, things are clumping now, heading towards April 2. Even my bread expires then. Karma’s got me. It’s what I get for sitting in my room all last week, not doing much.
Today was survey copying hell. I will forever hate the sound of a stapler (but I do so love the feel and smell of warm, newly printed paper).
Here are some notes to my friends. I hope you’re well- sorry I didn’t talk well today.
Dear Kyle: I am sorry I cut you off while at the print office. That was my second time there. Today, I spent $60 on printing. I hope your time in studio was better.
Dear Jenna: I wish I had your amazing collating (sp?) skills. I remember you in biology- your hands flew like magic.
Dear Krista: Congratulations on your plans, YOU’RE GOING TO PRAGUE! … And what’s the Hague? (And how was your test?)
Dear Brandi:Â Did you eat those two apples you had today? Because I still have some peanut butter for them. I actually think people eat them like that sometimes.
Dear Ana: I will write back to you SOON. In the mean time, can you look up oral cancers? I think I have this new bump that’s weird near my lips.
AND Dear Billy: I am sorry I made you depressed. You know what’s even more depressing? There are some people in the world who hate bunnies (cute wee bunnies), and want to kill them. And I heard the phrase “stuffed shirt” in an old movie tonight. I <3 you, and you’re only 1/3 stuffed shirt!
I’ll talk later…