| Yay for updating! I am home with my little brother on my lap! That's all I got for you... |
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| Look, I cut my hair! Woot woot!
Less than a week till I'm home. So flipping excited!
PS I don't sleep in college... it is a really bad habit of mine. |
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| My College Diet:
Easy Mac
Microwave Soup
Cereal
Ice Cream
Interesting Salads
Yummy Breadsticks
Smoothies!
Wheat Thins
Oreo's
Tea
Milk
Microwave Rice
Fruit Snacks
Lots and lots of Free(!) Water
Granola Bars
Peanut Butter on everything
Woo Hoo College!
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| Well, life continues at college. College is hard. Being an Art Major is so much work. I have done so many paintings for homework and drawings that are supose to take me a long time, like the 2 hour abstract spacial depth drawing that I just turned in. I know, so exciting sounding, right? Ahhh. Okay I don't really mind to much, but it's just the nights when I have to do 8 paintings all with different color techniques and write a paper for English that the butt kicking happens. I'm also addicted to facebook. eau Claire reminds me of Appleton, just slightly smaller. It is a nice town. Strange enough, I miss Appleton. Well, I miss the people. I miss the people that have gone off to different schools and have been living a life that I am not apart of. I miss sharing their expieriences, laughing with them, being a sholder to cry on, just being there. I miss my friends that I have left in high school. I feel like I am still suppose to be with them, singing in choir, sitting in the greenroom talking, driving around A- Town, getting coffee. Well, I guess this is all a part of growing-up and moving forward with life. It kind of sucks and rocks all together.
I hate walking to class in the rain. |
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| So college equals different. I'm not use to making my own decision about things like when to eat or when to go out with friends. My parents always did that for me, but they can't anymore. The other night I left my room to walk around with some people at 11 at night, on a school night. HOLY SMOKES!
This weekend I went to the Eau-Claire farmer's market. I felt old. I got raspberries.
PS Art major is like AP kindergarten |
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