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so yea I should be tooling on my overdue essay. Meh. I hate essays and I feel like being immature and flaking out for no reason. I kind of missing being a child now, I've waited so long for college and awesome adultness, but sometimes I am homesick. It's taken me three months, but I am homesick... It shouldn't be a surprise that the friendships I've formed here pale in comparison to the ones I've had for years. I think it should be called past-sick, resistance to change.
Anyway, enough musing, back to my already-late CMS.100 essay.
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