Dear Blog,
From what I hear diaries are for losers, so that's why I've named you 'Blog'. I hope no one ever finds this on the world wide web because I'd hate for people to know my deepest, darkest, senioritis secrets.
I didn't go to Ecology of Evolution lab today. Nor did I go last week. Put a fork this soon-to-be couch potato because she's DONE! It's not that I have been sitting on my ass-ignments doing nothing. There's a literature review that has decided not to write itself. (Must I do EVERYTHING around here?)
Do you know what a migraine is? Of course you don't. You're a blog. So, let me tell you. First, Google "Phineas Gage" and read about his mishap. That is a migraine. Twice in one week I have had to go home from school, close the curtains, take Ibuprofen, and sleep off a Phineas Gage-sized migraine. The kind of migraine that you swear is a brain tumor. I blame the endless pile of reading, a broken pair of glasses, and maybe some allergies thrown in the mix. No amount of Ibuprofen can even come close to the relief I will feel on May 14th!
On a positive note, I've been walking a lot outside. Taking in the spring and thinking about how much I have to do while I'm busy walking around the neighborhood. I am only one person and I can only do so much. If the government would lay off the ethical issues regarding cloning, this would NOT be a problem.
I did not forget to brush my teeth this morning. I simply chose not to. Toothpaste and coffee don't mix. My apologies to anyone who comes into contact with me today.
So, I came out to the truck yesterday morning to find that someone broke into it. They stole a soda, I think. Nothing else was missing, but they went through everything. Piece of crap loser. It's a damn good thing this senior was in a coma. If I would have caught the scum sucker who had the nerve to mess with my stash of sugar in a can, I would showed them what it looks like to open a can of whoop ass! I may only be 5'2", but I got some Irish in me. (And they don't call me "Zelda" for nothing!!!)
On another positive note, I signed the lease for my new apartment. I haven't seen it yet. I'm picturing dark paneling on the walls and orange shag carpet. Picture the worst and be surprised. That's my motto.
Well, I must leave now to go tour an animal research facility. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself.
I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself. I will behave myself.
-The Seventh Year Senior
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