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Nothing much happened today. It was nice.

Linn has helped me throw my tentative future plans into turmoil by suggesting that perhaps I should be an art major. What a terrifying idea. Terrifying and strangely exhilarating. It was either English or anthro before with leaning toward anthro, but now it's back up in the air. What to do, what to do. All that I need now is someone with the... no, I overuse that line.

Well, probably was never going to go with English despite my accumulation of English credits. Hate being forced to write about literature. If only I could just read it and somehow get a degree. Stupid writing, why is it so hard. Was going to be anthro major/English minor. Maybe anthro major/art minor. Art major/anthro minor? Why aren't I really, really, unmistakably good at anything?

Whyyyyyyy tell me whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy tell me whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...
Now he'll never know... how much I... love him...

Ah, I amused myself.

(Mom, go AWAY. I mean it. This means you.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:53 PM | shower me with attention