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I don't like Tuesdays, I've decided. They're boring. There's nothing to do. Then again, there's not much to do any day, is there? Or there's too much to do and a serious lack of motivation. Maybe the onus is on me to get the ball rolling.
I've received all of my first year university marks. My GPA for the year is... *drum roll please* 3.6 . Not bad, I say. If it wasn't for that crappy History mark first session *shakes fist*. Oh well. I'm proud. I did my best, that's all that matters. I am, though, extremely shocked about my Short Story mark, considering I was killed on the major essay. Boughn, I still claim, is an idiot.
I'm getting tired of Chapters. I don't mind the people, or working in general, I just don't like the customers. They're so repetitive. The next time someone asks if I work there, I'm going to say "No, I just picked up this vest from Goodwill. Isn't it great?" Sigh. They probably wouldn't even get it.
Chris' final comment about our trip almost brought me to tears. He's such a great boyfriend. I, too, felt that our conversation that night was far better than the view and the food combined. I don't even remember all that we talked about (too much wine, perhaps?), but I do remember that we talked about everything. And that Chris had this really weird deja vu thing (hehe). All in all, that night was definitely the best part of the trip. I wish I could have videotaped Chris' eyes, and to remember all of the fish that were swimming in them. Sigh. Some things are better remembered, I guess.
I don't like Tuesdays, I've decided. They're boring. There's nothing to do. Then again, there's not much to do any day, is there? Or there's too much to do and a serious lack of motivation. Maybe the onus is on me to get the ball rolling.
I've received all of my first year university marks. My GPA for the year is... *drum roll please* 3.6 . Not bad, I say. If it wasn't for that crappy History mark first session *shakes fist*. Oh well. I'm proud. I did my best, that's all that matters. I am, though, extremely shocked about my Short Story mark, considering I was killed on the major essay. Boughn, I still claim, is an idiot.
I'm getting tired of Chapters. I don't mind the people, or working in general, I just don't like the customers. They're so repetitive. The next time someone asks if I work there, I'm going to say "No, I just picked up this vest from Goodwill. Isn't it great?" Sigh. They probably wouldn't even get it.
Chris' final comment about our trip almost brought me to tears. He's such a great boyfriend. I, too, felt that our conversation that night was far better than the view and the food combined. I don't even remember all that we talked about (too much wine, perhaps?), but I do remember that we talked about everything. And that Chris had this really weird deja vu thing (hehe). All in all, that night was definitely the best part of the trip. I wish I could have videotaped Chris' eyes, and to remember all of the fish that were swimming in them. Sigh. Some things are better remembered, I guess.
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