Tuesday morning, somebody stuck a wet booger on the doorknob of the entrance to Wiebolt, and as I unwittingly entered the building to go to class, IT STUCK TO MY HAND.
The event, I have decided, pretty much encapsulates what this week has been like for me.
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I started this new blog on the night of my friend's 20th birthday with the realization that I myself have only three more months at the time before taking the leap, and what did I have to show for it? A graveyard of blogs, each one more insipid than the next. I guess this is one is just another of many attempts at meaning-making-- one more step in my personal quest to make something out of something instead of nothing, if you will.
The New One.
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I started this new blog on the night of my friend's 20th birthday with the realization that I myself have only three more months at the time before taking the leap, and what did I have to show for it? A graveyard of blogs, each one more insipid than the next. I guess this is one is just another of many attempts at meaning-making-- one more step in my personal quest to make something out of something instead of nothing, if you will.
The New One.
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