Five days left in my freshman year of college. My final film is pretty much edited, so that leaves me with a paper and a final, and that's it. I've been cleaning clothes out, starting to pack a little, all that fun stuff. Everything ends, blah. Goodbyes suck, always.
Lots of stupid drama is ongoing. The same thing happened last year - it's like everyone realizes they don't have to see each other anymore and suddenly all the real feelings and old issues come out. It sucks, but in some ways I think it helps as far as finding out who you want to be, who you want to hang out with.
I bought my 2-day pass for the Pitchfork Music Festival. Accompanying me will be everyone's favorite iconoclast, AshleyAnn. Lollapalooza kinda sucks this summer, so Pitchfork is a good alternative for my festival urges.
Manifest is Friday which should be a good time. I'm helping Emily move this weekend which should also be a good time, when it's all done that is. Job hunting continues, the tally now stands at 9. I'm going to campus employment tomorrow to try for something because I've been threatened with Bob's if I can't find a job here.
And then, there's this, titled only #4:
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Good to know, Katydid...good to know
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