Man, I just got ten and a half hours of sleep (this NEVER happens to me) and woke up feeling so great today that I just want to shout it from the rooftops. I feel like I could fly over the moon. I woke up remembering French. And it's so great because yesterday had an ugly moment in it, but Chris came over to cheer me up.
It's also really great that I woke up feeling like this because I blew off Brianne's-sort-of-boyfriend so I could stay home and sleep. I regret nothing.
Welp. This might be a long post...or I might split it up so it's not so overwhelming. But this is the first time I've really be able to post since I got to school. I mean, I suppose I have had time here and there, but I didn't want to spend it blogging.
I took an American Lit block class this semester, and it finally ended. I really did love it and I learned about a ton of incredibly interesting things, but it was so overwhelming, and most of the past six weeks has just been about enduring instead of enjoying. Now that it's over, I have so much more free time that I hardly know what to do with myself. It's so lovely.
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