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Anticipation

Judging by the title of this entry, I'm going to assume that a lot of you, non-existent readers, are thinking I'm about to talk about Christmas. WELL I'M NOT!!! I really want to talk about the day after Christmas.

The day after Christmas is going to be a special day for me this year. Why, you don't ask? Two reasons. First, on the day after Christmas, I have been allowed to go record shopping for the first time since Labor Day. LABOR DAY!!!! My bare looking record shelves and I cannot wait. Second, I'm pretty sure this is the day exam grades come out.

I know this seems really nerdy to a lot of you. I will also take this time to point out that if you are just figuring out I'm nerdy, you may need some sort of evaluation. It's not that I like seeing my exam grades or anything like that, but if you work hard and study, you want to see the outcome.

Other than being pretty positive I bombed Organic Chemistry (why on earth did I take this class?????), I think I did pretty well. What I think and what tends to happen, though, are two completely different things. Last year, I thought I did well and ended up bombing three exams.

Lucky for me, though, I feel more confident this year. There's always that self conscience fear for me of failure. I am self conscience like most people my age. It may be worse for me, though, considering (according to my mother) every time someone looks at me I ask why they don't like what I'm doing/wearing/nothing more I just really wanted to use another slash.

The only thing on my day after Christmas list this year is good grades. I just hope Santa's unlucky brother Alfred who got stuck with bringing the presents on the 26th has enough compassion to bring them to me.


I've been listening to this in my car a lot lately. A LOT. Hex Girlfriend by Neon Indian

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  1. ab where is orange chair dog? i've have checked 3 times now over break and it's not here!!!!!!!!!!

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