Good news, everyone!  It's a new journal!



So you can ignore this whole section. Mmmyep.

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So I normally avoid complaining about my life if I can at all avoid it unless the thing in question is funny. Like that time I got toothpaste in my eye. Haven't I ever told you guys that story before? No? Ah, well. Another story for another time. The point is... I forget what my point is. I think I need to chance a lot of things in my life but have no way to do so. So bah humbug to that.

I think the suckitude of my situation is just brought on by the fact that summer break is quickly coming to an end and I still have no idea what I'm doing. I'm exactly half way done with college and I feel like I've just been wasting my time. I need to hurry up and get my shit together.
QUICK. Somebody tell me what to be when I grow up! TO THE COMMENTS SECTION WITH YOU! WARP SPEED, MR. SULU.



It also might have something to do with the fact that by the time my parents were my age, they'd already met each other. I need to hurry up and meet the love of my life already. D:

And that's all for that. None of that was very funny and I'm breaking my own rules by writing them down. I think I need to shower. I feel dirty.

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FUNNY STUFF STARTS HERE (MAYBE. HOPEFULLY):

So as far as fun things go, I'm keeping my fingers crossed on a wacky little dream me and a few of my friends have gotten into our heads. The lot of us go to the same college and really want to study abroad to the magical world of Australia. Why, you might ask?

Is it the fact that their spiders are larger than any venomous thing should ever be, and are also trying to kill you? Is it the dog-murdering kangaroos? Is it because I read too many Cracked articles about Australia? NO, YOU SIMPLETON. IT IS NONE OF THESE THINGS.

It's because of the BOYS, YOU FOOLS. THE MEN. WITH THE ACCENTS. AND IF TV HAS TAUGHT US ANYTHING, THEY ARE ALL GORGEOUS, MUSCLEY SURFER DUDES. EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM. AND I DO WANT.

_{Oh, and I guess it's pretty there and there's some wildlife not trying to kill you and that's cool and all...}



-cough- In slightly related news, I had a dream last night in which and I went shopping for movies. It was a strangely normal dream, especially for me. For reference, I once had a dream with headless/shirtless horse people.  Have I ever told you guys about that dream? No? That's probably for the best, that dream was a drug trip if I ever saw one. But I digress. I kind of wish that I could remember the movies that I was buying in the dream because I remember waking up and wanting to watch them. Huh... >___>

I remember one of them was Sleeping Beauty which is weird because I don't think I've ever seen that movie.



At any rate. My family and I just got back from a week in NH. I think our cats missed us, they've been extra clingy since we got back. Maybe I should hug them more. Also, ya'll have been blowing up my deviantart page since I've been gone. I came back from a week and I've since had to start using GoogleChrome because FireFox apparently hates dA now. Goddamn you, FireFox. I loved you. I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL.

Anyway, I had like 11 feedback messages when I came back and for me that's insanity. I don't have anything on here that's worth attention, people. WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT, CRAZIES. Now I feel like I need to start doing stuff to deserve watches and comments and what-have-you.


Maybe... maybe I'll just spam you with pictures from my trip. Wouldn't that be special?

_{This journal was less funny/emoticon-filled than normal and I feel a little bad about that... So here's something weird to make up for it: [link]}