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January 06, 2005 @ 3:03 am

Cleaning can be a fun, dusty, and bittersweet activity. Especially when I am cleaning my room. First it should be noted that I am a pack rat. I get rid of nothing , I keep everything. EVERYTHING. I still have all my school folders with the papers and doodles and notes and other such things (I would still have all the things from elementary and middle school if it wasn't for the fire).

On a similar note with cleaning is packing. I need to pack because I am going to California in a couple of hours for a couple of days. It is going to be fantasmic! Hopefully I can find a thrift store and a used book store to burn all my money.

I have to get textbooks soon and those are going to be expensive. I also need to add at least one more class. So far I have English 101, Philosophy 130 (philosophy and literature), Theatre 100, and Women's Studies 113. I go to school on Tuesdays and Thursdays, that's it. Hopefully it will be nice. And I have a class with the better half so that should be interesting.

The better half and I are doing well. Of course my HRP (happy relationship paranoia, don't ask) is kicking in all nice and well paranoid. Hopefully things continue to progress and nice and drama free and hopefully he will not tire of me too quickly!

My train of thought is very fleeting at this moment. But I offer the following excuses: the time, it's three in morning people! The dust bunnies are having a party in my nose. I never make sense anyway.

Please forgive all grammmatical errors! Be safe and have an awesome two thousand five!!!

I have some random Venga Boys songs stuck in my head. How. . . . repetitive.

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