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[saphyria]

*inhales*

*exhales*

Okay.

Thursday: Turned in paper, did not sleep through classes despite whining of brain needing it.

Visited the graduate school expo. Only the crappy ones showed up.

Some guy who knows a graduate of the university my father works at went on a minor tirade about how he's missing out on getting a lot more african-american students by not using this specific graduate who's now a pilot for continental airlines in the university commercials. I said I'd pass the word along (C'MON, people. My dad's job is not my business. If I don't get to tell him what to do, you certainly don't) and vamoosed va-va-voom.

My watch battery died half an hour before my saxophone lesson-

The lesson went fine.

I was able to catch the tail end of the Study Abroad discussion, and then Mrs. Doyle sent us all home with the leftover pizza.

Now? I play video games and unwind. One more class before the week is over, and five and a half hours until I am 20.

*indulges in teenaged slackerdom while still can*

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[aura-da-gamer.livejournal.com]

'Tis a magical transformation. You will never be able to blame your problems on being a teenager again unless you live to be 113. On the plus side, though, you'll finally be able to talk about those damn punk teenagers.

On the down side,I guess I must be slow in my old age since I didn't before realize that you were over half a year younger than me.