HFCS: effika’s blog

I don’t have much to say, lately. My life’s been boring, even to me, and I can’t find anything insightful to say about it.

I made a 96% on my philosophy midterm. I guess that’s pretty cool. I am supposed to be studying for my molecular exam, but I feel rather down and feel more like cleaning my keyboard.

The bathroom at Paul and Ryan’s appartment has a thing that leaks water, and my socks got wet there this evening. I was hanging out with Paul and Chuck (Chuck’s there more than Ryan is, now) after eating Fazzoli’s and realizing they probably don’t like me nearly as much as I like them. I stuck around afterwards anyway, hoping that maybe something would happen and I’d feel on top of the world before I left. Nothing happened except my socks getting wet.

I did a lot of thinking today and came to some conclusions about what’s been bugging me for almost four months now. I know now what’s gone wrong, but I can’t bring myself to do anything about it or bring it up to those whom it involves. Maybe if I never talk about it I’ll stop thinking about it and forget anything ever happened in the first place.

And damnit, I missed Emeril Live. At least it’s on again at 11.

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