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Brenna's Livejournal [Rain Frolic].
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| Thursday, June 2nd, 2005 |
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| Goodbye, college. Goodbye, journal. These are now the archives. |
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done.| Monday, May 30th, 2005 |
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Everything is DONE! done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done done-done Done. *do a Senior week, begin! |
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It's a strange feeling. I'm about to go take my final final exam. I handed in my last paper an hour ago. This weekend I hung out with Rachel a lot. We had us some good times. Watched movies, played games, talked. I feel like I can't stay here any longer and like I could stay here forever. I guess that's kind of the way it works. Less than a week until I put that gown on. |
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weird.| Wednesday, May 25th, 2005 |
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Wow. Things were so strange that I forgot to mention that I handed in my final writing portfolio on Monday. I guess it felt anti-climactic, which is a shame. I put most of the fall issue of Catch online yesterday. PR people for the school have been breathing down my neck about updating these sites--out of the blue--like the files magically appear whenever they say or something. They basically threatened to delete the Catch and Common Room sites if no updates occurred. Crazy bastards. Other than that I haven't been doing much at all. Not yet. But I expect smooth sailing. |
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lazy.| Monday, May 23rd, 2005 |
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| I cannot take anymore drama. |
drained.| Saturday, May 21st, 2005 |
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| I went to the English Dept. party at Cherry St. tonight. RobSmith's story was hilarious, and Ander Monson read (again) and I like his stuff. Everyone else was pretty good, too. I surprised everyone by reading a poem, and it went pretty well, aside from general sound difficulties. But sound always sucks at these things. I wasn't nervous until near the end, which seemed to be out of my control... or something. And Robin Metz shook my hand for a long time afterward when he told me he was glad I read. Adam also played music at the end, and it was great, as usual. |
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| Monday, May 16th, 2005 |
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| Yay Class Cancelled Today! |
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happy.| Sunday, May 15th, 2005 |
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01. Reply with your name and I will write something about you. 02. I will then tell what song/movie remind me of you. 03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, it would be... 04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you. 05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you. 06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of. 07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you. 08. Put this in your journal, or blog. |
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| Tuesday, May 10th, 2005 |
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I have so much stuff from this Metz meeting running around in my head, I don't know what to do with myself. Or my introduction, for that matter. It was simultaneously discouraging and encouraging. Things came up that I knew I had to do for awhile now, but I haven't done. And that's discouraging to the prospect of me doing it at all. But that's probably a self-fulfilling thing. I don't know. I'm tired of analyzing myself. Being told I'm not confident makes me less sure of myself. Even if people think I have what it takes to make it in the world of writing. It was all just too true to be encouraging. I have this pit-of-my-stomach thing all the time now. It's eating. |
| Wednesday, May 4th, 2005 |
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I want the stereo system from Dad's house. I want eight speakers in surround. Multiple CD player. Volume. And some distance between me and my neighbors. Confirmed people coming to graduation: Dad, Shane, Grandma and Grandpa Robinson, Grandma and Grandpa Wiersema, Aunt Becky, Uncle Gregg, Judy, Justin. Haven't heard from Mom. Are we there yet? |
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impatient.
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